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THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  31 

Turn  to  the  scroll,  where  patriot  sires 
Your  independence  did  declare, 

Whose  words  still  glow’  like  living  fires, — 

His  father’s  name  is  written  there. 

That  father  taught  that  son  to  swear 
His  country  ne’er  enslaved  should  be ; 

Then  lend  your  voices  to  the  air 
For  Harrison  and  liberty  ! 

O’er  savage  foes,  who  scourged  our  land, 

When  Wayne  so  wfild  and  madly  burst, 
Among  his  brave  and  gallant  band 
The  youthful  Harrison  was  first. 

And  when  on  Wabash  leafy  banks, 

Tecumseh’s  warriors  gathered  free  ; 

How  swift  they  fled  before  the  ranks 
Of  Harrison  and  liberty  ! 

When  Meig’s  heights  his  army  held, 

And  haughty  Britons  circled  round, 

His  conquering  legions  cleared  the  field, 

While  notes  of  triumph  pealed  around ! 

And  though  on  Thames’s  tide  again 
His  progress  Proctor  sought  to  stay, 

Dismayed  he  fled,  and  left  the  plain 
To  Harrison  and  liberty  ! 

Now  honoured  be  his  hoary  age, 

Who  glory  for  his  country  won : — 

Shout  for  the  hero,  patriot,  sage, 

For  William  Henry  Harrison: 

Of  all  our  chiefs  he  oftenest  fought, 

But  never  lost  a  victory, 

And  peace  was  gained  and  plenty  brought 
By  Harrison  and  liberty  !  G.  A.  P. 


32  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


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THE  LOG  CABIN  AND  HARD  CIDER  CANDIDATE. 

Tune — “  Jluld  lang  syne.” 

Should  good  old  cider  be  despised, 

And  ne’er  regarded  more  ? 

Should  plain  log  cabins  be  despised, 

Our  fathers  built  of  yore? 

For  the  true  old  style  my  boys  ! 

For  the  true  old  style, 

Let’s  take  a  mug  of  cider  now 
For  the  true  old  style. 

We’ve  tried  experiments  enough 
Of  fashions  new  and  vain, 

And  now  we  long  to  settle  down 
To  good  old  times  again  : 

For  the  good  old  ways,  my  boys ! 

For  the  good  old  ways, 

Let’s  take  a  mug  of  cider  now 
For  the  good  old  ways. 

We’ ve  tried  your  purse-proud  lords,  who  love 
In  palaces  to  shine  : 

But  we’ll  have  a  ploughman  President 
Of  the  Cincinnatus  line. 

For  old  North  Bend,  my  boys ! 

For  old  North  Bend, 

We’ll  take  a  mug  of  cider  yet 
For  old  North  Bend. 

We’ve  tried  “  the  greatest  and  the  best,” 

Of  him  we’ve  had  enough, 

And  he  who  in  the  footsteps  treads, 

Is  yet  more  sorry  stuff. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  33 

For  the  brave  Old  Thames,  my  boys  ! 

For  the  brave  Old  Thames, 

We’ll  take  a  mug  of  cider  yet 
For  the  brave  Old  Thames. 

Then  give’s  a  hand,  my  trusty  boys  : 

And  here’s  a  hand  for  you, 

And  we’ll  quaff  the  good  old  cider  yet 
For  Old  Tippecanoe. 

For  Old  Tippecanoe,  my  boys  ! 

For  Old  Tippecanoe, 

We’ll  take  a  cup  of  cider  yet 
For  Old  Tippecanoe. 

And  surely  you  will  give  your  votes, 

And  surely  I  will  too: 

And  we’ll  clear  the  way  to  the  white  house 
For  Old  Tippecanoe, 

For  Tippecanoe,  my  boys  ! 

For  Tip-pe-canoe  ! 

We’ll  take  a  mug  of  cider  yet 
F or  Tip-pe-canoe. 


A  friend  who  has  just  returned  from  a  tour  through  the 
Valley  of  the  Mississippi  informs  us  that  the  nomination 
of  General  Harrison  appears  to  have  annihilated,  all  former 
■party  distinction ,  and  that  a  very  large  proportion  of  the 
old  Jackson  men  are  now  as  enthusiastic  in  their  support 
of  the  people’s  candidate,  as  those  who  have  been  uni¬ 
formly  attached  to  his  standard.  We  will  therefore  de¬ 
signate  the  following  patriotic  song 

OUR  COUNTRY  FOREVER  ! !  1 
The  people  are  rising  all  over  the  land, 

And  resolving,  as  brethren  should  do, 

To  bury  dissensions,  and  join  hand  in  hand 
In  the  cause  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

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34  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

The  voice  of  their  country  now  calls  them,  and  they. 
As  patriots  faithful  and  true, 

Can  never  refuse  her  commands  to  obey, 

While  led  by  Old  Tippecanoe. 

Then  rally,  brave  boys,  with  your  banners  on  high. 
And  the  motto  unfolded  to  view, 

“  For  our  country  to  conquer,  or  in  battle  to  die,” 
By  the  side  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  Tories  full  long  have  triumphant  appeared, 
But  now  they  begin  to  feel  blue, 

For  they  know  that  a  tyrant  has  never  yet  dared. 

To  stand  before  Tippecanoe. 

His  “cabin”  is  built  up,  of  logs  all  unhewn, 

(They  say,  and  we  grant  it  is  true,) 

But  “another  guess”  house  they’ll  discover  full  soon. 
Is  destined  for  Tippecanoe. 

His  “  cider’s  too  hard”  for  our  stomachs,  say  they, 
And  admit  it  we  readily  do, 

But  harder,  by  far,  on  their  shoulders  we  lay, 

The  lash  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

“  He  is  old,”  they  exclaim,  but  for  that  we  don’t  care, 
For  so  was  Old  Hickory  too, 

The  older,  the  tougher,  to  them  will  appear, 

The  arm  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

But  besides,  “  he  is  poor,”  and  can  never  withstand 
The  gold  of  Van  Buren  and  Co. — 

But  poor  as  he  is,  all  the  wealth  of  the  land, 

Can’t  “  buy  up”  Old  Tippecanoe. 

And  though  the  base  minions  of  power  may  sneer, 
As  their  master  compels  them  to  do, 

They  cannot  regard  without  quaking  and  fear, 

The  march  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  35 

For  the  chaps  that  surround  him  are  “just  of  the 
sort,” 

To  “  lick  up”  a  Tory  or  two  ; 

A  keen  set  of  fellows,  so  runs  the  report, 

Are  the  soldiers  of  Tippecanoe. 

Then  rally,  brave  boys,  with  your  banners  on  high, 
And  the  motto  unfolded  to  view, 

“  F or  our  country  to  conquer,  or  in  battle  to  die,” 
By  the  side  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

AN  ACROSTIC. 

/Tune — “ Scots  wha  hae 
Welcome  !  welcome  !  Harrison 
In  honour  next  to  Washington, 

Loving  honest,  good  reform, 

Loving  LIBERTY. 

In  battle  thou  didst  freely  bleed. 

And  was  our  help  in  time  of  need ; 

May  every  one  award  the  meed 
Harrison  to  praise. 

Every  heart  is  now  elate, 

Nought  but  Harrison  the  great, 

Re-echoes  now  from  State  to  State 
Youths  and  old  men  all : — 

He  will  save  our  country  yet 
Aside  will  the  Sub-treasury  set, 

Retrench— reform — honest  men  get 
Round  him  at  Washington. 

In  peace  we  all  shall  then  be  blest, 

Sons  and  sires  will  be  at  rest, 

Our  country  be  no  more  oppressed, 

No  more  to  be  deceived. 


36  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


In  the  remarks  we  make  in  the  notes  to  this  admirable 
song,  we  do  not  wish  to  be  understood  as  casting  any  re¬ 
flections  whatever  upon  the  majority  of  those  who  com¬ 
posed  the  old  Federal  party,  many  of  whom  were  among 
the  purest  and  brightest  patriots  in  the  land  ;  but  consider¬ 
ing  the  former  party  distinctions  to  have  ceased  with  the 
last  war,  we  do  object  to  the  leading  partisans  of  the 
“  plunder  party”  denouncing  as  a  Federalist  every  good 
patriot  who  is  anxious  to  stop  the  leaks  in  the  national 
treasury,  and  we  do  also  most  strenuously  object  to  the 
false  title  of  “  Democrat,”  as  claimed  by  those  who  were 
among  the  rankest  of  the  Federalists,  and  who  are  now 
endeavouring  to  delude  the  people  with  the  siren  song  of 
democracy.  Out  upon  such  hollow-hearted  hypocrites!!! 
Did  our  limits  permit,  we  would  append  notes  to  every 
name  enumerated  in  the  song,  but  their  cases  are  so  noto¬ 
rious,  that  we  must  content  ourselves  with  a  few  striking 
comments. 

WHEN  THIS  OLD  HAT  WAS  NEW. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  the  people  used  to  say. 
The  best  among  the  Democrats  were  Harrison  and 
Clay  ;* 

The  Locos  now  assume  the  name,  a  title  most  untrue, 
And  most  unlike  their  party  name  when  this  old 
hat  was  new. 

*  Harrison  and  Clay  have  always  been  genuine  Republi¬ 
cans ,  not  like  the  “  Patent  Democrats ”  of  the  present  day  : 
we  refer  to  the  testimony  of  Washington,  Adams,  Jeffer¬ 
son,  Madison,  and  Monroe. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  37 


When  this  old  hat  was  new,  Van  Buren*  was  a  Fed., 
An  enemy  to  every  man  who  laboured  for  his  bread  ; 
And  if  the  people  of  New  York  have  kept  their 
records  true, 

He  voted  ’gainst  the  poor  man’s  rights,  when  this 
old  hat  was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  Buchanarrf  was  the  man 
Best  fitted  in  the  Keystone  state  to  lead  the  Federal 
clan. 

He  swore  “  if  Democratic  blood  should  make  his 
veins  look  blue, 

He’d  cure  them  by  Phlebotomy,”  when  this  old  hat 
was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  (’twas  eighteen  hun¬ 
dred  eleven,) 

Charles  Ingersoll\  did  then  declare,  by  all  his  hopes 
of  heaven, 

“  Had  he  been  able  to  reflect,  he’d  been  a  Tory  true, 
And  ne’er  have  thought  it  a  reproach,”  when  this 
old  hat  was  new. 

*  Van  Buren  opposed  the  war,  and  then  changed  his 
course  ;  he  opposed  Mr.  Madison,  and  again  changed  his 
-course  ;  he  opposed  the  right  of  suffrage,  and  then  advo¬ 
cated  it ;  and  we  refer  our  readers  to  the  records  of  the 
Reform  Convention  of  New  York,  in  corroboration  of  this 
statement.  But  our  space  will  not  allow  us  to  enumerate 
his  various  twistijications  and  political  tergiversations;  they 
would  fill  a  volume  with  the  charges,  specifications,  and 
recorded  testimony. 

f  Mr.  Buchanan  declared  during  the  war,  “If  I  were 
conscious  of  the  existence  of  one  drop  of  democratic  blood 
in  my  veins,  I  would  apply  to  the  nearest  surgeon  to  let  it 
out.”  This  we  assert,  and  stand  ready  to  prove. 

t  Charles  J.  Ingersoll — “  If  I  had  been  capable  of  reason 
and  reflection  when  the  American  colonies  took  Up  arms 
against  the  mother  country,  I  would  have  been  a  tory.” 
Very  patriotic ! — very ! ! ! 


38  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  of  Richard  Rush * 
’twas  said, 

To  figure  well  among  the  Feds.,  he  wore  a  black 
cockade  ; 

Deny  this,  Locos,  if  you  please,  for  every  word  is  true, 
I  knew  full  well  old  Diclcey  Rush,  when  this  old 
hat  was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  the  senator  from  Maine, 
Destroyed  by  fire  an  effigy ,-j-  to  immortalize  his  name, 

*  Richard  Rush  was  the  first  man  who  mounted  the 
Hack  cockade ,  and  was  also  the  first  man  to  respond  to  the 
lying  and  demmciatory  resolutions  passed  at  the  recent  Loco- 
foco  town  meeting  in  Independence  Square,  in  which  Ge¬ 
neral  Harrison  was  villanously  characterized  as  a  “  black 
cockade  Federalist,”  when  it  is  a  matter  of  history  that, 
except  in  the  service  of  his  country,  he  never  wore  any 
cockade,  either  black  or  tri-coloured.  Consistency !  thou 
art  a  jewel ! !  Col.  John  Thompson  choked  before  he  ar¬ 
rived  at  that  resolution,  for  he  recollected  the  toast  he  gave 
at  a  Democratic  festival  during  the  war,  highly  compli¬ 
mentary  to  General  Harrison,  as  the  brave  defender  of  his 
country,  and  the  Washington  of  the  West.  See  the  Demo¬ 
cratic  Press  of  Oct.  1813,  and  the  Aurora  of  Oct.  1813. 

f  While  reading  this  part  of  the  song  to  a  worthy  me¬ 
chanic  who  happened  to  be  in  our  office,  he  exclaimed, 
11 1  saw  this  done”  and  at  our  instigation  he  gave  us  the 
following  certificate,  with  permission  to  use  and  publish 
his  name. — “  I  saw  this  done  ;  it  was  burned  on  Robinson 
and  Crosby’s  wharf,  in  the  town  of  Augusta,  Maine  ; 
there  was  powder  in  the  head,  and  I  saw  and  heard  the 
explosion.  I  have  seen  Reuel  Williams’s  house  brilliantly 
illuminated  at  the  reverse  of  our  arms  during  the  last 
war. — James  D.  Emes.” 

What  a  thundering  patriot ! ! !  ! !  But  as  our  volume  is 
a  32mo.  we  must  wait  until  we  shall  be  called  upon  to  in¬ 
dite  a  folio,  when  we  pledge  ourselves  to  show  up  in  their 
true  colours  the  “ patent  democracy ”  of  the  leaders  and 
brawlers  of  the  Van  Buren  party. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  39 

The  effigy  was  Madison's,  if  common  fame  be  true, 

So  Reuel  Williams  was  a  Fed.  when  this  old  hat 
was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  ’twas  in  the  Granite 
State, 

That  Henry  Hubbard  asked  each  town  to  send  a 
delegate, 

To  meet  in  council  at  the  time  when  Federalism  blue 

Made  Hartford  look  like  indigo,  when  this  old  hat 
was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  Sam  Cushman  did  de¬ 
clare 

“  That  should  a  soldier  cross  the  lines,  he  hoped 
he’d  perish  there, 

And  leave  his  bones  in  Canada  for  enemies  to  view 

So  much  for  his  “  Democracy,”  when  this  old  hat 
was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  Old  Governor  Provost 

The  States  invaded,  at  the  head  of  numerous  British 
host, 

Then  mark,  ye  Locos,  what  did  Martin  Chittenden 
then  do  1 

Forbade  Green  Mountain  Boys  to  fight!  when  this 
old  hat  was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  Woodbury  and  Van  Ness, 

E.  Allen  Brown,  and  Stephen  Haight  were  of  the 
Federal  mess, 

A.  H.  Everet,  and  Martin  Field,  and  Billy  Wil~ 
kins  too, 

Now  “  Patent  Democrats,”  were  Feds.,  when  this  old 
hat  was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  those  worthies  did  op¬ 
pose 

The  cause  and  friends  of  Liberty,  and  stood  among 
their  foes  ; 


40  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Not  so  with  “  Granny”  Harrison,  for  at  Tippecanoe 
He  bravely  fought  the  savage  foe,  when  this  old  hat 
was  new. 

When  this  old  hat  was  new,  the  friends  to  Liberty 
Knew  well  the  merits  of  Old  Tip,  while  fighting  at 
Maumee ; 

Come  now,  huzza  for  Harrison ,  just  as  we  used  to  do, 
When  first  we  heard  of  Proctor's  fall,  when  this  old 
hat  was  new. 


GREAT  NATIONAL  WHIG  SONG. 

“  In  the  strength  of  your  might,  from  each  mountain 
and  valley,” 

Sons  of  Freedom,  arise  !  the  time  is  at  hand — 

Around  Liberty’s  standard  we’ll  rally,  we’ll  rally  ; 

The  star-spangled  banner  floats  over  the  land. 

Then  let  the  proud  eagle  spread  his  wings  wide 
asunder, 

And  burst  from  the  trammels  which  strive  to  en¬ 
chain  ; 

“If  we  rise  in  our  strength,  if  we  speak  but  in 
thunder,” 

The  bit  of  “  striped  bunting  ”  will  flourish  again. 

For  our  rights  and  our  laws  wre’H'  stand  firm  and 
united  ; 

The  blood  of  our  fathers  shall  ne’er  be  forgot, — 

The  faith  and  the  honour  they  sacredly  plighted, 

Shall  never  be  tarnished  by  Anarchy's  blot ; 

Around  Liberty’s  standard,  we’ll  rally,  we’ll  rally; — 

Old  Tippecanoe,  boys,  the  watchword  shall  be; 

Its  echo  will  thunder  from  each  mountain  and  valley 

Of  the  home  of  the  brave — the  land  of  the  free. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  41 

The  good  ship  Constitution  among  the  breakers,  and 
the  gallant  tars  insist  upon  having  a  skilful  and  honest 
pilot. 

Our  nautical  correspondent  told  us  a  few  weeks  ago 
that  Harrison  was  a  great  favourite  among  the  sailors — a 
class  of  men  who  could  appreciate  his  frank,  noble,  and 
generous  character.  He  seemed  rather  indignant  that  no 
ditty  had  yet  been  penned  by  our  poets,  by  which  our  gal¬ 
lant  tars  could  give  vent  to  their  feelings  in  relation  to  this 
worthy  gentleman — and  threatened  that,  unless  the  omis¬ 
sion  should  be  soon  supplied,  he  would,  himself,  “albeit 
unused  to  the  poetic  mood,”  perpetrate  a  song  !  We  were 
astonished  at  his  rashness — but  have  been  still  more  as¬ 
tonished  at  finding  that  he  has  executed  his  threat — as  will 
be  seen  below. 


Ship  a-hoy  ! 


OLD  TIPPECANOE  AND  THE  JACKETS  OF  BLUE! 
Tune — “  Ye  sons  of  Columbia 

The  good  ship  of  state  is  now  driven  ashore, 

The  thunder  howls  round  us,  and  dark  tempests 
lower ; 

The  sea  is  fast  rising — and  breaks  in  the  bay, 

And  the  hearts  of  the  boldest  are  filled  with  dismay ; 
She  will  founder,  unless,  with  true  patriot  zeal, 

We  get  rid  of  the  lubber  who  stands  at  the  wheel ! 
And  take  a  new  pilot,  whose  heart  is  true  blue — ■ 
And  such  we  shall  find  in  Old  Tippecanoe, 


42  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Old  “Tip”  is  a  hero,  brave,  honest,  and  true, 

Who  deserves  the  esteem  of  th e  jackets  of  blue  ; 
His  bosom,  so  free  from  intrigue,  guile,  or  art, 

Is  the  shrine  of  that  treasure,  a  patriot’s  heart. 
Besides,  if  we  turn  o’er  his  log,  we  shall  find 
Him  a  foe  to  oppression — a  friend  to  mankind. 
What  say  ye,  then,  sailors  ! — ye  jackets  of  blue , 
Shall  we  choose  as  our  pilot  Old  Tippecanoe  1 

He  has  fought  for  our  rights — and  in  peace  he  has 
shown 

That  in  state  navigation  he’s  second  to  none  ; 

His  soul  with  the  true  “  live-oak  grit,>  is  imbued  ! 
He  is  worthy  to  stand  where  a  Washington  stood  ! 
Then  give  him  the  tiller — when  he  steps  on  deck, 
His  firmness  and  wisdom  will  save  us  from  wreck. 
Then  summon  him,,  tars  !  Shout,  jackets  of  blue, 

“  Oh,  haste  to  the  rescue,  Old  Tippecanoe!”  3 

Had  he  lived  in  a  country  where  merit  is  known, 
And  rewarded  by  pensions  and  praise,  or  a  throne, 
Wealth,  power,  and  fame  would  have  been  just  his 
meed, 

And  a  humble  “  log  hut”  had  ne’er  sheltered  his 
head ;  [fessed — 

But  his  nature  is  noble — his  worth  stands  con- 
The  sons  of  Virginia — the  pride  of  ihc  west  ! 
Come  on,  then,  my  hearties  !  Ye  jackets  of  blue, 
And  salute  with  nine  huzzas  Old  Tippecanoe  ! 


OUR  BALL  WAS  THERE. 

Suggested  on  the  rolling  of  the  Big  Ball  by  the  Allegany 
Delegation,  at  the  Convention  held  in  Baltimore,  May  4, 
1840. 

BY  A  BALL  ROLLER. 

Our  ball  was  there,  our  ball  was  there, 

’Twas  hailed  with  long  loud  huzzas, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  43 

Our  ball  was  there,  our  ball  was  there, 

The  “  Lion”  of  that  glorious  day. 

Stout  hearts  were  there  to  defend  that  ball, 

The  mountain  boys  were  always  nigh, 

And  oh,  to  see  how  proud  it  rolled, 

Brought  tears  of  joy  to  every  eye. 

tOur  ball  was  there,  &c. 

Our  ball  has  stood  the  Locos’  rage, 

That  daring,  reckless,  dangerous  crew, 

Who  strove  to  take  from  history’s  page, 

The  laurels  of  the  good  and  true. 

Our  ball  was  there,  &c. 

That  ball  is  known  where’er  it  goes, 

The  pride  and  boast  of  a  patriot  band, 

Alike  sustained  mid  friends  or  foes, 

It  rolls  o’er  this  once  happy  land. 

Our  ball  was  there,  &c. 

Then  let  it  roll,  then  let  it  roll, 

Be  this  forever  freedom’s  home, 

For  it  was  gained  by  our  fathers’  toil, 

’Tis  hallowed  ground,  ’tis  valour’s  tomb. 

Our  ball  was  there,  &c. 

Then  tread  it  proudly,  keep  the  trust 

Our  sires  bequeathed,  who  signed  that  scroll ; 

Guard  sacredly  the  patriot  trust, 

And  o’er  it  let  the  big  ball  roll. 

Our  ball  was  there,  &c. 


THE  LAST  CABINET  COUNCIL ;  or, 

THE  DAWNING  OF  THE  DAY  OF  RECKONING. 
Air — “  There’s  nae  luck  about  the  house.” 

Sly  Matty's  face  was  overcast, 

His  hopes  began  to  lower, 

His  kitchen  cabinet  he  called, 

Besides  the  lawful  four ; 


44  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


And  bade  them  with  a  scolding  tongue 
That  each  should  truly  say, 

If  any  chance  remained  for  him, 

On  next  election  day. 

For  its  Boyd  and  Harris,  Linn  and  Price, 
And  Swartwout  they  do  say, 

Have  toated  off  the  nation’s  cash. 

As  lawful  Loco  prey. 

Then  up  steps  Amos  grim  and  thin, 

With  sick  and  ghastly  look  ; 

You  never  would  have  thought  that  he 
Was  scullion  and  chief-cook; 

“  Now,  Matty  dear,”  said  he,  “  I’m  sure 
The  game  is  up  with  us; 

Those  cursed  Whigs  will  beat  us  now. 

They  kick  up  such  a  fuss, 

About  the  outside  quires  and  cash, 

You’d  think  the  nation’s  broke; 

And  Blair  and  I,  and  Calhoun  think 
This  time  they  do  not  joke.” 

Says  Blair  to  Mat — Good  president, 

I  think  it  is  unlucky 

That  I  must  streak  it  back  again 

To  teach  school  in  Kentucky ; 

But  go  I  must,  for  I  am  sure, 

Our  battles  all  are  fought; 

And  New  York’s  favourite  son  is  beat, 

By  “  sober  second  thought.” 

Now,  Matty,  don’t  get  sick,  I’m  sure 
We  may  as  well  clear  out. 

And  join  that  Loco-foco  Price, 

And  honest  Sam  Swartwout  /” 

And  next,  says  Paulding,  “  I  do  wish 
To  novels  I  had  stuck, 

For  writing  them  would  ne’er  have  made 
Of  me  so  lame  a  duck. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  45 

Dear  Matty ,  we  must  soon  go  back 
To  quiet  Kinderhook, 

And  in  your  garret  I  will  write 
Another  shilling  book, 

Oh  dear !  the  times  are  very  hard 
When  wheat’s  but  fifty  cents, 

But  I’m  the  man  that’s  rich  enough 
If  I  collect  my  ‘  rents.’  ” 

“  Come,  Uncle  Levi,  tell  us  now 
What  think  you  of  Whig  votes  V* 

“  Oh  dear !  I  fear  they  can’t  be  bought, 

With  my  sub-treasury  notes. 

I’ve  figured  up  my  long  reports, 

Arrayed  in  solid  column, 

But  where’s  the  CASH  1  the  Whigs  cry  out 
With  faces  long  and  solemn. 

The  cash  is  gone,  and  credit  too, 

With  our  administration ; 

And  we  have  ruined  every  man 
Throughout  the  Yankee  nation.” 

“  Now,  Poinsett ,  you  can  cheer  us  up, 

With  glad  and  cheerful  sounds,” 

“  Oh  no !  I  can’t,  those  cursed  Whigs 
Have  treed  me  with  bloodhounds, 

We’ve  got  to  quit  the  White  House  now, 

As  fast  as  we  can  go, 

I’ll  take  my  hat,  and  make  my  bow, 

For  I  am  D.  I.  O. 

The  spoils  are  gone — there’s  nothing  left 
Of  paper,  blanks,  and  twine, 

Anil  every  man  is  fortunate 
Who  knows  where  he  can  dine.” 

“  Perdition  catch  you  all,”  says  Mat , 

“  Come,  Forsyth ,  you’re  true  blue, 

And  are  so  versed  in  politics, 

Can  tell  me  what  to  do  I” 


46  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

“I  wish  T  could,  for  I  am  sure 
You’d  hear  it  very  soon, 

But  I  will  go  and  advise  with 
My  friend  J.  C.  Calhoun . 

For  he’s  the  man  to  jump  Jim  Crow, 

And  prove  that  black  is  white, 

He  will  convince  you  it’s  noonday. 

When  dark  and  pitchy  night.” 

Now  Harry  Clay  was  passing  by 
And  hearing  such  a  roar, 

With  hasty  strides  he  mounted  up, 

And  opened  wide  the  door — 

“  Hallo  !”  says  he,  “  what  means  this  noise 
Within  this  garrison  1  ■ 

You’d  better  all  make  tracks — here  comes 
The  patriot  HARRISON.” 

So  olf  they  ran  with  nimble  legs, 

As  fast  as  they  could  lean ; 

And  “  Granny”  he  took  up  the  broom 
And  swept  the  stable  clean. 


OLD  TIPPECANOE. 

SUNG  AT  THE  BALTIMOBE  CONVENTION,"mAY  4. 
Air — “  Rosin  the  bow.” t 
Ye  Vanites  of  old  Pennsylvany, 

Of  every  old  state  and  each  new ; 

Take  warning,  come  out  with  the  many, 
And  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

We’ve  a  multitude  here  past  enduring, 

Blair  and  Rives  both  begin  to  look  blue  ; 
They  see  there’s  no  chance  for  Van  Buren, 
In  a  fight  with  Old  Tippecanoe. 

New  York  and  New  Jersey  are  ours, 
Massachusetts,  Connecticut  too ; 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  47 


And  Vermont,  with  her  green  mountain  flowers, 
Will  flourish  for  Tippecanoe. 

We’d  a  brush  in  Rhode  Island  but  lately, 

Just  to  show  ’em  what  Yankees  could  do  ; 

And  we  flogged  ’em  all  round  most  completely, 
In  the  name  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

In  old  never-tire  Virginny, 

They  have  found  of  good  Whigs  not  a  few ; 

She’s  a  state,  sirs,  I’ll  hold  you  a  guinea. 

Goes  hollow  for  Tippecanoe. 

Who  flies  to  the  rescue  !  Kentucky, 

Full  of  hearts  gallant,  loyal,  and  true  ; 

We  shall  beat  them  with  brave  men  and  lucky 
Harry  Clay  and  Old  Tippecanoe. 

Illinois,  Indiana,  Ohio, 

Their  towns  and  green  prairies  go  through ; 

And  you’ll  hear,  in  each  nook  of  the  trio. 

Loud  shouts  for  old  Tippecanoe. 

On  Michigan  shores,  in  Missouri, 

The  ball  is  in  motion  ’tis  true ; 

But  Benton  cries  out,  in  a  fury, 

’Tis  rolling  towards  Tippecanoe. 

Mississippi  and  Louisiana, 

Tennessee,  Alabama,  here  view ; 

They,  from  each  noble  hill  and  savannah, 

Send  voices  for  Tippecanoe. 

Should  I  name  all  the  people  are  for  us, 

It  is  plain  I  should  never  get  through; 

Then  rejoice  in  the  prospect  before  us— 

Huzza !  for  Old  Tippecanoe ! 

But  before  I  quite  finish  my  ditty, 

Let  me  claim,  patriot  Maryland,  you ; 

And  hail !  noble  monument  city, 

^  Where  we  gather  for  Tippecanoe. 


48  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Before  the  adjournment,  of  the  Convention  at  Augusta, 
the  lion.  John  Holmes  of  Thomaston  offered  and  read  the 
following 

LOG  CABIN  SONG. 

Tune — “  Yankee  Doodle.’ y 

It  rather  seems  that  humbug  schemes 
Can  never  more  cajole  us ; 

There’s  such  a  run  for  HARRISON, 

That  nothing  can  control  us. 

The  western  world  the  flag’s  unfurled, 

No  faction  can  divide  her; 

And  all  the  rest  will  sign  the  test, 

“  Log  cabin  and  hard  cider'' 

When  our  frontiers  were  drenched  in  tears 
Their  cabins  sacked  and  gory, 

He  struck  the  blow,  chastised  the  foe, 

And  conquered  peace  with  glory. 

Then  join  the  throng  and  swell  the  song, 

Extend  the  circle  wider ; 

And  let  us  on  for  HARRISON, 

“  Log  cabin  and  hard  cider." 

When  British  bands  and  savage  clans 
Unitedly  assailed  us, 

Our  HARRISON  was  then  the  one 
Whose  courage  never  failed  us. 

Through  all  the  west  he  stood  the  test, 

And  all  his  foes  confounded, 

And  held  his  posts  against  the  hosts, 

By  whom  he  was  surrounded. 

Though  at  the  Thames  some  other  names 
Come  in  to  grace  the  story, 

He  laid  the  plan  and  led  the  van 
To  victory  and  glory. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Then  crown  the  throng  and  swell  the  song, 
And  spread  his  glory  wider, 

And  join  the  men  for  “  HARRISON, 

Log  cabin  and  hard  cider.” 

Let  Grundy  sneer  and  Benton  jeer 
The  day  of  retribution  ; 

We  firmly  trust  ’twill  be  for  us 
A  dav  of  Restitution. 

And  let  Calhoun  change  every  moon, 

And  every  such  backslider, 

We’ll  go  as  one,  for  “  HARRISON, 

Log  cabin  and  hard  cider.” 

No  golden  schemes,  nor  Benton  dreams , 
No  Swartwouts  to  beguile  us, 

Nor  any  Price  or  other  vice 
To  purchase  or  defile  us. 

With  HARRISON  our  country’s  one, 

No  treachery  can  divide  her, 

The  thing  is  done  with  “  HARRISON, 
Log  cabin  and  hard  cider.” 

.Come,  farmers  all,  attend  the  call, 

’Tis  working  like  a  charmer, 

Hitch  on  the  team,  and  start  for  him, 

For  he’s  a  brother  farmer. 

His  cabin’s  fit,  and  snug  and  neat, 

And  full  and  free  his  larder, 

And  though  his  cider  may  be  hard, 

The  times  are  vastly  harder. 

With  social  joys — wives,  girls,  and  boys, 
Our  cabins  and  our  cider, 

We’ll  shout  as  one  for  HARRISON, 

And  spread  his  glories  wider. 

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50  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

The  south  and  west  will  stand  the  test, 

In  spite  of  every  spoiler, 

And  we’ll  engage  to  seal  the  pledge 
For  HARRISON  and  TYLER. 


NEW  COMIC  SONG. 

Tune — “Hey,  come  along,  JoseyH 
Cum  listen  to  me  and  I’ll  sing  you  a  song 
Which  I  promise  you  shall  not  be  long  ; 
And  I  know  you’ll  say  it’s  a  fust-rate  thing,] 
And  dis  is  de  tune  dat  I  will  sing ; 

Hey,  cum  along,  jim  along,  Josey, 
Hey,  cum  along,  jim  along,  Jo. 

I  spose  you  know  the  Whigs  next  fall, 

Are  gwoin  to  stop  de  Loko  ball ; 

Gin’rawl  Harr’sin  he  too  strong  for  Martin, 
And  at  de  lexshun  will  beat  him  sartin : 
Hey,  cum  along,  &c. 

De  spilers  say  dey  will  no  hab  him 
Kase  how  he  lib  in  a  log  cabin ; 

But  de  peple  say  dey  do  not  kere, 

He  shall  hab  de  White  House  ’fore  a  year: 
Hey,  cum  along,  &c. 

De  Lokos  say  he  drink  hard  cider, 

But  dey  only  spread  his  fame  de  wider; 

And  dey  may  ober  dere  shampane 
Make  fun  ob  him,  but  it’s  all  in  wane  : 

Hey,  cum  along,  &c. 

Yes,  let  um  laf  and  call  him  granny, 

But  it’s  well  for  you  my  little  Vanney, 

Dat  he  draw  de  Injuns  and  British  far 
While  you  were  talkin  ’ginst  de  war : 

Hey,  cum  along,  &c. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  63 

’  The  author  of  the  following  song  is  t^esarne  staunch  old 
Republican  who  wrote  the  admirable  song  styled,  “The 
Aristocracy  of  Democracy,”  on  page  57  of  the  Harrison 
Medal  Minstrel. 

THE  LOG  CABIN  CHIEF  AND  THE  KINDERIIOOK 

Spider. 

A  NEW  SONG. 

Hail  to  the  chief!  who  his  country  has  served, 

For  the  sake  of  his  country,  not  self, 

From  honour’s  bright  path  he  never  hath  swerved, 
Nor  bartered  his  glory  for  office  or  pelf; 

But  preferred  his  “  log  cabin”  and  his  drink  of  hard 
cider, 

Than  to  crawl  in  a  palace  like  the  Kinderhook  spider ! 

Let  the  minions  of  power  in  ribaldry  deal, 

And  spit  out  their  rancour  and  spite, 

For  his  fame,  like  the  file,  is  of  fine  tempered- steel, 
Scorns  the  viper’s  loud  hiss  and  its  venomous  bite. 
Ay,  the  log  cabined  chief  while  he  drinks  his  hard 
cider, 

Will  smile  at  the  minions  of  the  Kinderhook  spider. 

Let  the  Blairs  and  the  Ritchies  assail  his  good  name, 
For  on  slander’s  their  hope  and  reliance;. 

When  their  lies  are  detected,  they  are  callous  to 
shame : — 

Sohe’ll  laugh  attheirmalice  and  bid  them  defiance. 
Ay  !  the  log  cabined  chief,  while  he  drinks  his  hard 
cider, 

Will  spurn  the  paid  panders  of  the  Kinderhook  spider. 

Hail  to  the  chief!  who  at  the  people’s  command 
Is  ready  and  willing  to  serve  them  once  more, 

In  the  front  of  the  battle  he  now  takes  his  stand, 
With  the  blessing  of  Heaven  their  rights  to  restore, 
Soon  from  his  log  cabin  and  his  drink  of  hard  cider, 
He’ll  sweep  from  the  palace  the  Kinderhook  spider. 


64  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


All  hail !  to  the  chief !  whose  word  is  his  bond, 

F or  sacred  each  promise  he’ll  keep  ; 

Let  the  harpies  who’ve  preyed  on  their  country  de¬ 
spond,  [sweep. 

For  the  word  is  REFORM  and  their  styes  he  will 
Ah,  the  “  log  cabin”  chief  whose  drink  is  hard  cider, 
Will  brush  from  the  palace  the  cobwebs  and  spider! 

Hail !  hail !  the  old  chief  whom  we’ve  called  from 
his  plough, 

To  aid  in  a  true  reformation  ; 

To  lift  up  his  country  out  of  corruption’s  black  slough, 
And  place  her  once  more  in  the  world’s  admiration ; 
Ay,  the  log  cabined  chief  whose  drink  is  hard  cider, 
Will  drive  from  the  palace  the  toads  and  the  spider. 

Whigs  !  Freemen  !  Americans !  let  us  all  and  each 
one, 

Withstand  as  our  fathers  withstood, 

The  usurper  who’d  make  us,  for  his  profit  alone, 
“The  drawers  of  water  and  hewers  of  wood  !” 
Hail !  hail  !  the  log  cabin  and  cask  of  hard  cider  ! 
And  away  with  the  rats !  toads !  adders !  and 
spider!  P.  P. 


We  offer  another  patriotic  song,  by  the  venerable  author 
of  the  “  Aristocracy  of  Democracy 

COME,  CHEER  UP,  YE  WHIGS. 

A  NEW  SONG,  INSCRIBED  TO  ALL  TRUE-HEARTED  AME¬ 
RICANS. 

Air — “  The  star-spangled  banner 
Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs !  for  your  cause  it  is 
glorious, 

Like  your  sires  be  united  and  like  them  be  victorious, 
For  freedom  and  honour  was  the  meed  of  their  toils, 
For  independence  they  fought,  and  not  like  pirates 
for  spoils. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  65 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs  !  for  your  cause  is  divine, 
In  “  Union  for  the  sake  of  the  Union”  combine. 

To  expel  from  all  power  each  fell  demagogue, 
Who’d  expunge  from  our  morals  the  whole  Deca¬ 
logue. 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs !  resolved  heart  and  hand 
To  rescue  your  country  from  corruption’s  foul  band  ; 
On  the  altar  of  Union  light  up  Freedom’s  fires 
And  rush  to  the  rescue,  as  of  old  did  your  sires. 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs!  “you  are  right,  go  ahead,” 
Your  candidate  has  filled  the  Sub-Treasurers  with 
dread, 

For  he’s  honest,  he’s  capable,  he’s  fearless  and  just, 
And  with  honour  untarnished  has  filled  every  trust. 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs !  for  most  holy’s  your 
cause, 

You  strike  for  your  country,  constitution,  and  laws, 
Raise  the  banner  of  union  inscribed  Harrison  ! 

W hose  pole  star’s  his  country,  his  guide  Washington. 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs !  see  your  own  Henry 
Clay. 

On  the  ramparts  resisting  the  demagogues’  sway ; 
No  selfishness  rankles  in  the  patriot’s  pure  breast, 
And  purer  don’t  live  than  our  Hal  of  the  West! 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs  !  lo,  the  man  of  the  North, 
W ith  the  constitution  displayed,  in  his  might  stand¬ 
ing  forth, 

T o  rescue  the  country  from  the  gripe  of  the  knaves, 
Who’d  the  constitution  destroy  and  of  freemen  make 
slaves  ! 

Come,  cheer  up,  ye  Whigs !  hurrah !  go  ahead ! 
Your  candidate  has  filled  all  the  plunderers  with 
dread ; 


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66  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Raise!  the  star-spangled  banner  of  the  Union  on  high. 
And  contempt  be  his  portion  who  Calhouning  would 

fly- 

Now,  onward,  ye  Whigs!  for  your  cause  it  is 
glorious, 

United,  you  must,  and  you  will  be,  victorious  ! 

On,  on  !  to  the  rescue  !  with  your  own  Harrison » 
For  many’s  the  victory  for  his  country  he’s  won  t 

P.  P. 


THE  DISPERSION  OF  THE  SPOILERS. 

Am — “  Slar-spangled  banner.” 

The  spoilers  came  down  like  the  wolf  on  the  fold, 
And  their  train-bands  were  revelling  in  ill-gotten  gold, 
And  Benton’s  hoarse  howl  on  the  gale  did  resound, 
Like  the* deep  deadly  yell  of  the  blood  scenting  hound. 

Like  leaves  of  the  forest  when  summer  is  green, 

In  the  year  “  thirty-nine”  their  bought  banners  were 
seen, 

Like  leaves  of  the  forest  when  autumn  hath  blown 
In  March  “  forty-one”  they  lay  withered  and  strown. 

For  Freedom’s  proud  bird  spread  its  wings  on  the 
blast, 

And  the  breath  of  his  wrath  laid  them  low  as  they 
passed, 

And  the  eyes  of  the  Vanites  grew  deadly  and  chill. 
And  sub-treasurers’  legs  forever  grew  still. 

And  there  lay  sad  Amos  distorted  and  pale 
With  a  curse  on  his  lip  and  his  grip  on  the  mail, 
And  there  lay  Calhoun  with  his  nostrils  all  wide, 
And  the  “  galvanized  corpse”  lay  stark  by  his  side. 

And  there  lay  “poor  Pickins”  and  Duncan  hard  by 
With  the  Globe  in  his  hand  and  a  drop  in  his  eye. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  67 


And  the  kitchen  was  silent,  the  cabinet  flown, 

The  cravat  of  the  humbugger  hung  there  “  alone.” 

And  the  wail  of  the  scullions  is  loud  in  their  wo, 
The  “  footstep”  is  vanished,  the  “  follower”  laid  low, 
And  the  popular  might  hath  the  spoiler  expunged, 
The  might  of  the  freemen  hath  freemen  avenged. 


The  following  song  is  capital.  Let  it  go  the  rounds  of  the 
Republican  press. 

OLD  TIPPECANOE. 

Hurrah  for  the  father  of  all  the  green  West ! 

For  the  Buckeye  who  follows  the  plough. ! 

The  foeman  in  terror  his  valour  confest, 

And  we’ll  honour  the  conqueror  now. 

His  country  assailed  in  the  darkest  of  days, 

To  her  rescue  impatient  he  flew  ! 

The  war  whoop’s  fell  blast,  and  the  rifle’s  red  blaze, 
But  awakened  Old  Tippecanoe . 

On  Maumee’s  dark  waters,  along  with  brave  Wayne , 
Green  laurels  he  gleaned  with  his  sword  : 

But  when  peace  on  the  country  came  smiling  again, 
His  steel  to  the  scabbard  restored. 

But  wise  in  the  council,  as  brave  in  the  field, 

His  country  still  asked  for  his  aid  ; 

And  the  birth  of  young  empires  his  wisdom  revealed, 
The  sage  and  the  statesman  displayed. 

But  the  red  torch  of  war,  the  tomahawk’s  gleam, 

To  the  battle  again  called  the  true ; 

And  there  where  the  stars  and  the  stripes  brightly 
stream, 

Rushed  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 


68  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Now  hark  !  from  the  far  frozen  wilds  of  the  north, 
What  battle-shouts  burden  the  gale  1 

The  hosts  of  Old  England  ride  gallantly  forth. 

And  the  captive  and  conquered  bewail. 

His  country  recalls  the  bold  chieftain  she  loves, 

The  sword  of  “  Old  Tip”  she  reclaims  ; 

And  victory  heralds  wherever  he  moves, 

The  path  of  the  Hero  of  Thames  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe — 

The  farmer  who  ploughs  at  North  Bend ! 

A  soldier  so  brave,  and  a  patriot  so  true, 

Will  find  in  each  freeman  a  friend. 

Hurrah  for  the  “  Log  Cabin”  Chief  of  our  choice  ! 
For  the  Old  Indian  Fighter,  hurrah  ! 

Hurrah  !  and  from  mountain  to  valley  the  voice 
Of  the  people  re-echoes — hurrah  ! 

Then  come  to  the  ballot  box — boys,  come  along, 

He  never  lost  battle  for  you  : 

Let  us  down  with  oppression  and  tyranny’s  throng, 
And  up  with  Old  Tippecanoe. 

HARK !  THEY  COME  ! 

BY  J.  H.  NORTHCOTT, 

Of  Athens,  Illinois,  recently  in  Cumberland,  on  his  way 

to  attend  the  National  Convention  of  Young  Men  in  Bal¬ 
timore. 

Hark  !  hark !  from  the  west  of  the  mountains, 

A  voice  from  the  log  cabin  crew,  ' 

Who  drink  at  the  hard  cider  fountain, 

And  fought  under  Tippecanoe — 

And  fought,  &c. 

Who  cultivate  orchards  and  cornfields, 

Defended  by  Tippecanoe. 


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Heretofore,  all  the  money  we  needed, 

From  pork,  corn,  and  flour  we  drew  ; 

All  raised  from  the  soil  we  defended, 

When  under  brave  Tippecanoe — 

When  under,  &c. 

From  soil  we’ve  subdued  by  our  labour, 

Since  led  by  Old  Tippecanoe. 

From  this  soil  we’ve  fed  the  loved  Buckeye, 

And  Hoosier  and  Sucker  babes  too  ; 

Rejoicing  ’twas  parcelled  to  suit  us, 

By  schemes  of  Old  Tippecanoe — 

By  schemes,  &c. 

Parcelled  out  to  suit  “  log  cabin”  farmers, 

By  the  efforts  of  Tippecanoe. 

But  now  at  sub-treasury  prices, 

Our  taxes  we’ll  never  get  through, 

Till  we  call  our  friend  to  assist  us, 

That  led  us  at  Tippecanoe — 

That  led  us,  &c. 

With  whom  we  beat  British  and  Indians, 

At  Thames,  Meigs,  and  Tippecanoe. 

He’s  good  in  the  field  and  the  council, 

The  plough  he  wields  skilfully  too, 

As  well  as  to  portion  to  farmers, 

And  conquer  at  Tippecanoe — 

And  conquer,  &c. 

In  whom  may  we  be  so  confiding,” 

As  our  friend  Old  Tippecanoe. 

From  eastward,  and  northward,  and  southward, 
Come  join  us  in  what  we  will  do  ; 

We’ll  pull  at  the  string  of  the  cabin, 

That’s  knotted  by  Tippecanoe — - 
,  That’s  knotted,  &c. 

Old  soldiers  will  always  be  welcomed 
By  warm-hearted  Tippecanoe. 


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Lo  !  eastward,  and  northward,  and  southward, 

In  thunder  they  echo — we,  too, 

Will  call  on  the  “  hard  cider”  farmer, 

That  conquered  at  Tippecanoe — 

That  conquered,  &c. 

We’ll  greet  the  old  “  log  cabin”  farmer, 

And  vote  for  brave  Tippecanoe. 

See !  onward  !  en  masse  they’re  moving, 

In  earthquake  voice  uttering  halloo  ! 

For  the  White  House  exchange  the  log  cabin, 
Thou  hero  of  Tippecanoe — 

Thou  hero,  &c. 

For  thee  the  White  House  we’ve  determined, 
Oh  hasten,  Old  Tippecanoe  ! 

Hark  !  hark  !  how  the  American  ladies, 

In  cabins  and  palaces  too, 

Are  joining  in  song  with  their  lovers, 

Huzza  for  Old  Tippecanoe — 

Huzza  for,  &e.’ 

They  sing  in  sweet  strains  to  their  lovers, 

Go  vote  for  brave  Tippecanoe. 

From  city,  and  forest,  and  mountain, 

And  likewise  western  prairies  too, 

Each  man  will  respond  to  his  mistress, 

And  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe — 

And  vote,  &c. 

Then  send  forth  a  tone  like  an  earthquake, 
HUZZA  FOR  OLD  TIPPECANOE!!! 


THE  FARMER  OF  NORTH  BEND. 

Tune — “  Auld  lang  syne.” 

Can  grateful  freemen  slight  his  claims, 
Who  bravely  did  defend 


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Their  lives  and  fortunes  at  the  Thames, 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend  1 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend,  my  boys, 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend, 

We’ll  give  a  right  good  hearty  vote 
To  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 

The  trump  of  Fame  in  storied  song 
The  patriot’s  deeds  shall  tell, 

And  Freedom’s  voice  the  strain  prolong, 

The  gladsome  chorus  swell. 

The  gladsome  chorus  swell,  my  boys, 

The  gladsome  chorus  swell, 

We’ll  join  to-night  in  merry  song, 

The  gladsome  chorus  swell. 

The  chieftain  heard  the  stirring  drum, 

And  bent  his  soldier’s  bow, 

But  victor  soon — he  hastened  home, 

His  farming  fields  to  mow. 

His  farming  fields  to  mow,  my  boys 
His  farming  fields  to  mow, 

Exchanged  the  sabre  for  tha  scythe, 

His  farming  fields  to  mow. 

Though  youthful  valour  bravely  won 
The  laurel  for  his  brow* 

Yet  victory’s  own  triumphant  son 
Now  holds  the  yeoman’s  plough. 

N  ow  holds  the  yeoman’s  plough,  my  boys, 
Now  holds  the  yeoman’s  plough, 

And  soon  we’ll  try  his  trusty  hand 
To  hold  the  nation’s  plough. 

Now  hear  the  note,  his  country’s  call, 

From  the  hill-tops  and  the  shore, 

It  comes  from  camp,  and  cot,  and  hall, 

And  all  the  valleys  o’er. 


72  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL-. 

And  all  the  valleys  o’er,  ray  boys, 

And  all  the  valleys  o’er, 

It  calls  him  to  the  rescue,  boys. 

From  all  the  valleys  o’er. 

The  hero,  who,  long  years  ago. 

Once  wore  the  warrior’s  mail, 

Now  comes  to  beat  the  yeoman’s  foe, 

A  farmer  with  his  flail. 

A  farmer  with  his  flail,  my  boys, 

A  farmer  with  his  flail. 

And  they’ll  get  a  right  gude  threshing  yet 
From  the  farmer  with  his  flail. 

Then  cheer  we  up,  my  boys,  to-night, 

A  helping  hand  we  lend, 

And  pledge  the  old  Key  Stone  to-night, 

To  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 

To  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend,  my  boys, 
To  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend, 

W e’ll  pledge  the  old  Key  Stone  to-night, 
To  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 


“  Our  sufferings  is  intolerable,  and  calls  aloud  for  re¬ 
lief.” — Van  Buren. 

Our  rulers  have  been  weighed  in  the  balance  and  found 
wanting.  The  times  are1 sadly  out  of  joint.  The  nation  is 
diseased,  and  the  people  have  decided  that  Harrison  is  the 
only  physician  who  can  effect  a  radical  cure. 

THE  BEST  THING  WE  CAN  DO. 

Tune — “  Malbrouk .” 

The  times  are  bad  and  want  curing, 

They  are  getting  past  all  enduring ; 

Let  us  turn  out  Martin  Van  Buren, 

And  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  best  thing  we  can  do, 

Is  to  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe  ; 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  73 

It’s  a  business  we  all  can  take  part  in, 

So  let  us  give  notice  to  Martin, 

That  he  must  get  ready  for  starting, 

For  we’ll  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

A  change  of  the  administration 
Will  be  for  the  good  of  the  nation, 

For  it  is  now  in  a  bad  situation, 

So  we’ll  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe, 

The  best  thing  we  can  do, 

Is  to  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe, 

And  send  the  whole  posse  a  packing, 

Van  Buren  and  all  of  his  backing; 

For  we’ve  tried  them  and  found  them  all  lacking, 
And  we’ll  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

We’ve  had  of  their  humbugs  a  plenty, 

For  now  all  our  pockets  are  empty  ; 

We’ve  a  dollar  now  where  we  had  twenty, 

So  we’ll  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  best  thing  we  can  do 
Is  to  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe  ; 

For  their  roguery  can’t  be  defended, 

And  it  is  time  that  their  reign  should  be  ended  ; 
We  never  shall  see  the  times  mended, 

Till  we  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

Uncle  Sam  ha’n’t  a  cent  in  his  purse  now, 

And  matters  are  still  growing  worse  now : 

There’s  only  one  thing  left  for  us  now, 

It’s  to  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  best  thing  we  can  do, 

Is  to  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe  : 

For  we  are  all  of  us  going  to  ruin, 

As  long  as  we  keep  such  a  crew  in. 

So  let  us  be  up  and  a-doing, 

And  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 


74  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

THE  VAN  BUREN  BALTIMORE  ABORTIVE  CON¬ 
VENTION, 

At  which  Mr.  Grundy  was  “  born  a  veteran”  and  a  plan 
concocted  to  give  Colonel  Johnson  the  coup  de  grace. 

Tune — “  Pretty  Betty  Martin ,  tiptoe  fine, 

Couldn't  get  a  sweetheart  to  please  her  mind. 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe  fine, 

Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  for  Vice-President, 
Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  to  please  his  mind. 

Old  Dick  Johnson  he  wouldn’t  answer, 

He  was  too  rough  for  a  President  so  fine  ; 

Pretty  little  Martin  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  to  please  his  mind. 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Couldn’t  make  the  Loco-focos  toe  the  line, 

Some  were  for  Polk  and  some  for  Johnson, 

But  no  one  but  Polk  could  please  his  mind. 

The  Tennessee  Loco-focos  they  wanted  Polk  in  ; 

To  poke  him  in  for  President  next  in  the  line  ; 
Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  to  please  his  mind. 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

He  couldn’t  coax  old  Tecumseh  to  decline  ; 

Old  Tecumseh’s  friends  would  not  leave  him  ; 

To  go  for  Mr.  Polk  did  not  please  their  minds. 
Polkites  and  Johnsonites  wouldn’t  pull  together, 

The  split  was  too  wide,  and  they  couldn’t  make  it 
join  ; 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  to  please  his  mind. 

Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

The  jig  is  up  with  him,  as  he  will  find ; 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  75 

His  legs  are  not  long  enough  to  follow  in  the  foot¬ 
steps  ; 

He  can’t  make  the  party  all  go  the  whole  swine. 
Now  every  Loco-foco  has  to  pick  a  candidate, 

And  run  him  for  himself  on  his  own  hook  and  line, 
Pretty  little  Martin,  tiptoe,  tiptoe, 

Couldn’t  get  a  candidate  to  please  his  mind. 


THE  WHIG  GATHERING. 

FOB  THE  YOUNG  MEN’S  NATIONAL  CONVENTION  AT  BAL¬ 
TIMORE,  MAY  4,  1810. 

Tune — “  Pibroch  of  Donnel  Dhu.” 

Voice  of  the  nation  bold  ! 

Voice  of  the  nation  ! 

Wake  thy  free  tones  of  old, 

In  loud  invocation. 

Come  away,  come  away  ! 

Merchant  and  yeoman, 

Strengthen  the  Whig  array 
,  Strong  ’gainst  the  foeman. 

Come  from  forest  of  Maine, 

Through  the  mist  and  the  shower. 

Come  o’er  prairie  and  plain, 

From  the  south  sunny  bower. 

Come  from  high  northern  hill, 

And  from  green  western  hollow. 

With  stout  heart  and  good  will 
Come,  follow  !  come,  follow. 

Leave  the  store,  leave  the  shore, 

Leave  the  crop  and  the  cattle, 

Ten  thousand  strong  and  more, 

Troop  to  the  battle. 


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Come  every  blue  jacket, 

And  true  heart  that  wears  one. 
Come  each  country  crab-stick, 
And  brave  hand  that  bears  one. 

Onward  fall,  one  and  all, 

On  to  your  station, 

Hear  ye  the  people  call — 

“  Rescue  the  nation  !” 

Faster  come,  every  man, 

Faster  and  faster, 

Show  quick  the  Tory  clan, 
Who’ll  be  their  master. 

F ast  they  come,  fast  they  come  : 

See  them  all  ready  ! 

Strike  up  the  people’s  drum, 
Stand  firm  and  steady. 

Wave  the  Whig  standard  high, 
All  bright  in  its  glories — 

Then  for  the  nation’s  cry, — 

“  Down  with  the  Tories !” 


HURRAH  FOR  HARRISON* 

Our  flag  is  floating  on  the  breeze, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ; 

O’er  mountains,  vallies,  lakes,  and  seas; 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ; 

Our  rallying  cry — a  magic  word, 

From  Maine  to  Michigan  is  heard  ; 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah 
Hurrah  for  Harrison! 

Press  on,  press  on  with  Harrison, 

Hurrah,  &c. 

The  hero  who  so  oft  hath  won  ; 

Hurrah,  &c. 


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77 


With  such  a  leader  in  the  field, 

The  foes  of  freedom  soon  must  yield. 
Hurrah,  &c. 

Comes  from  the  east  the  stirring  cry, 
Hurrah,  &c. 

In  trumpet  tones  of  victory  ; 

Hurrah,  &c. 

The  south  gives  back  the  cheering  shout 
Dispelling  fear,  dissolving  doubt. 

Hurrah,  &c. 

Comes  from  the  north  the  thrilling  peal, 
Stand  by  him,  Whigs,  be  true  as  steel ; 
Hurrah,  &c. 

Let  recreant  cowards  turn  and  flee, 

We  go  for  death  or  victory. 

Hurrah,  &c. 

Comes  from  the  west  in  thunder  tone, 
Hurrah,  &c. 

“  He  is  our  best,  our  chosen  one,” 
Hurrah,  &c. 

East,  west,  north,  south, — united  won 
Their  love  for  gallant  Harrison. 
Hurrah,  &c. 


ROLL  THE  DEMOCRATIC  BALL. 
Air — “ Bruce's  address 
Freemen  !  hear  your  country’s  call, 
Roll  the  Democratic  ball, 

Let  your  voice  be  heard  by  all 
The  foes  of  liberty. 

Now’s  the  day  and  now’s  the  hour, 
See  they  struggle  hard  for  power : 
But  in  vain  the  Locos  roar 
Against  Democracy. 


78 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL, 


Who  will  be  a  Loc,o  slave, 

Who  would  not  his  country  save, 
Who  a  monarch  soon  would  have 
Let  him  turn  and  flee. 

Who  Columbia’s  glory  love, 

Who  for  freedom,  freemen  prove; 
Onward  to  the  battle  move, 

Let  us  all  be  free. 

From  all  labour-crushing  laius, 
From  official  plunderers  jaws, 

And  Sub-treasurers’  “  specie  claws,” 
Keep  your  country  free. 

Let  HARRISON  then  lead  the  van, 
To  carry  out  the  glorious  plan, 
Approved  by  every  honest  man 
Who  loves  his  liberty. 


THE  MAN  BOTH  WISE  AND  GREAT. 
Tune — “  Sittiii’  on  n,  rail.” 

There  is  a  man  both  wise  and  great, 

Who  lives  up  in  the  Buckeye  state, 

Whom  freemen  now  with  hearts  elate, 

Are  shouting  loudly  for, 

Are  shouting,  &c. 

His  name  is  Harrison. 

When  the  Indian  with  his  bloody  knife. 
And  savage  purpose  sought  for  life, 

’Twas  there  he  joined  the  angry  strife, 
Where  brave  men  only  fought, 
Where  brave  men,  &c. 

By  the  side  of  General  Wayne. 

Where  bullets  flew,  mid  fire  and  flame, 

He  earned  himself  an  honest  fame, 

Undying  as  his  own  bright  name, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  79 


The  name  of  Harrison , 

The  name,  &c. 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 

In  after  years  with  a  chosen  few, 

Of  honest  men  both  good  and  true, 

He  triumphed  at  the  Tip’canoe, 

The  gallant  Harrison , 

The  gallant,  &c. 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 

And  when  with  showy,  glittering  trains, 

The  British  came  with  swelling  strains, 

’Twas  there  he  took  them  at  the  Thames , 

All  prisoners  of  war, 

All  prisoners,  See. 

For  Harrison,  huzza ! 

Then  who  like  he,  who  years  ago 
Beat  back  our  proud  and  British  foe, 

Can  teach  the  spoilsmen  how  to  go 
From  out  the  capitol  1 
From  out,  &c. 

Why  !  none  but  Harrison. 

The  patriot’s  hope,  sly  Matty’s  fear, 

Will  mark  the  cause  of  victory  here, 

Then  let’s  rejoice,  and  fondly  cheer 
The  name  of  Harrison. 

The  name,  &c. 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 

Then  freemen  join  and  catch  the  strain 
That  rises  from  each  hill  and  plain, 

Declare  that  you,  yourselves  will  reign, 

Through  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend. 
Through  the  Farmer,  &c. 

The  gallant  Harrison. 


80  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL, 


DRAW,  PATRIOT,  DRAW  THE  SWORD! 

As  an  introduction  to  the  following  lines,  I  would  briefly 
allude  to  the  attempts  of  the  administration  party  to  bring 
into  disrepute  the  military  services  of  General  Harrison. 
That  a  man  who  has  devoted  his  whole  life  to  the  welfare 
of  his  country — who  has  braved  danger  in  a  thousand 
ways  ;  sacrificed  health,  fortune,  and  the  delights  of  home, 
in  defence  of  the  rights  which  we  now  enjoy,  should  be 
thus  vilified  and  traduced  by  his  own  countrymen ,  to  the 
entire  disregard  of  history  and  a  host  of  living  witnesses, 
adds  but  little  to  our  reputation  as  a  people  of  honour 
abroad,  whilst  the  fact  should  be  duly  appreciated  by  him 
who  would  hereafter  wish  to  win  reputation  in  the  capa¬ 
city  of  a  soldier.  “Honour  to  whom  honour  is  due.” 

“Slander  meets  no  regard  from  noble  minds  ; 

Only  the  base  believe  what  the  base  only  utter.” 

Beliefs  Injured  Innocence. 

Draw,  patriot,  draw  the  sword  ! 

In  Freedom’s  holy  cause; 

Bear  down  upon  the  hireling  horde, 

Who’d  trample  on  the  laws. 

Strike  for  the  land  which  gave  you  birth — 

The  loved  ones  of  your  household’s  hearth. 

Sink  deep  the  gleaming  blade  ! 

(It  smokes  with  human  gore  !) 

And  see  the  dastard  foeman  fade. 

Forever  from  your  shore  ! 

Gain  laurels  at  the  cannon’s  mouth — 

Give  to  thy  country  health  and  youth. 

Through  forests  wide  and  wild, 

Through  swamps  where  serpents  feed  ; 

Go  track  the  slayer  of  the  child — 

The  hater  of  your  breed  ! 

Wrest  from  his  grasp  the  murderous  knife, 

Red  with  the  blood  of  sire  and  wife. 


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V 

Endure  the  pangs  of  want — 

Breast  the  mad  torrent’s  wrath; 

Bid  life  with  all  its  charms  avaunt 
To  tread  the  victor’s  path. 

Then,  warrior,  hear  the  trump  of  fame 
Declare  the  meed  thy  merits  claim. 

The  warrior’s  glorious  meed  ! 

What  is  it,  Freedom’s  sons  ! 

A  stainless  memory,  such  as  we’d 
Award  to  Washington’s? 

Such  was  it  when  imperial  Rome 
Welcomed  her  conquering  Caesars  home. 

Freemen  !  what  is  it  now  ? 

Alas  !  not  what  it  was  : — 

No  bay  leaf  now  entwines  his  brow 
Who  fights  in  Freedom’s  cause. 

Lo  !  hellebore,  with  poisonous  breath — 
Of  this  ye’ll  form  the  soldier’s  wreath. 

Yes,  freeman!  would  thy  blood, 

W  arm  with  a  patriot’s  zeal ; 

Remember  him  who  early  trod, 

Miami’s  battle  field. 

Whose  hairs  in  service,  now  grown  white, 
Must  yet  endure  the  slanderer’s  blight. 

Was  it  for  this  he  braved 
The  summer’s  sultry  heat  1 
Was  it  for  this,  when  tempests  raved, 

He  scorned  the  winter’s  sleet  1 
Was  it  for  this,  at  Freedom's  shrine, 

He  offered  up  his  life  for  thine  1 

Back,  back,  defamer,  back ! 

Hence  with  thy  leprous  touch  ! 

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82  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Unclean  ! — thy  crimes  than  hell  more  black, 5 
Yet  pity  we  as  such. 

Ay,  hide  thee  in  thy  serpent  den, 

Thou  loathsome  thing — thou  scorn’d  of  men 

Hail,  Liberty  !  From  heaven 
Descend,  and  Oh,  once  more, 

Inspire  us  with  the  virtues  given 
Unto  thy  sons  of  yore. 

And  grant  that  we  may  ever  be, 

As  truly  great — as  truly  free. 

Root  faction  from  the  land  ! 

Burst,  burst  the  galling  chain 
With  which  a  modern  patriot  band 
Would  shackle  us  again  ! 

Tear  from  his  base  their  idols  down, 

We  wear  no  more  a  kingly  crown. 

America,  all  hail ! — 

Up  with  thy  banner  bright ! 

Fling  we  our  troubles  to  the  gale, 

And  forward  to  the  fight ! 

Our  motto,  right — by  valour  won, 

Our  watchword — Truth  and  Harrison  ! 


VAN  AND  THE  FARMER 
Tune — “  The  king  and  the  countryman v 

A  farmer  there  was  who  lived  at  North  Bend,  ' 
Esteemed  by  his  neighbours  and  many  a  friend  ; 
And  you’ll  see,  on  a  time,  if  you  follow  my  ditty, 
How  he  took  a  short  walk  up  to  W ashington  city. 
Ri  tu,  di  nu,  di  nu,  di  nu, 

Ri  tu  di  ni  nu,  ri  tu,  di  nu,  ri  na. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  85 

P 

It’s  good  to  cheer  him  who  has  often  cheered  us, 
Then  shout  for  Old  Tippecanoe  ! 

Here’s  a  health  to  Tippecanoe ! 

Here’s  a  shout  for  Tippecanoe  ! 

Here’s  a  health  to  the  chief  who  was  never  yet  beat, 
Three  rounds  for  the  honest  and  true  ! 

Here’s  luck  to  the  hand  that  will  toil ! 

Here’s  luck  to  the  seed  that  is  sown  ! 

Who’s  a  poor  man  himself  is  a  friend  of  the  poor, 
And  values  their  rights  as  his  own. 

Then  shout  for  Old  Tippecanoe ! 

Hurrah  for  Old  Tippecanoe  ! 

It’s  time  to  turn  out  all  the  profligate  herd, 

And  put  in  OLD  TIPPECANOE  ! 


OUR  OWN  CINCINNATUS. 

Tune — “  Rosin  the  how.” 

Let  us  sing  of  Ohio’s  old  statesman 
A  warrior,  valiant  and  true, 

Our  country’s  most  noble  defender, 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

When  Washington  made  him  an  ensign, 

To  Wayne’s  gallant  army  he  flew  ; 

And  won  for  himself  the  proud  title — 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

When  the  homes  of  the  west  were  invaded, 
And  tyranny  struck  her  last  blow, 

All' eyes  were  upon  the  old  chieftain, 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

At  the  Thames  his  bright  fame  is  recorded, 
Fort  Meigs  is  a  monument  too  ; 

And  the  journals  of  Congress  proclaim  him 
The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe.  * 


/ 


86  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

The  country  still  loves  her  old  soldiers. 

And  soon  will  her  gratitude  show, 

By  choosing  as  chief  of  her  council, 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

The  old  and  young  Whigs  of  the  nation, 
And  the  noble  Conservatives  too, 

Rally  round  with  proud  exultation, 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

In  ’13  when  he  landed  among  us, 

The  democrats  hailed  him  true  blue  ; 

What  since  has  ensued  to  dishonour 
The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe  7 

They  say  he  lives  in  a  log  cabin, 

And  loves  to  drink  hard  cider  too  ■ 

For  this  they  are  gravely  opposing 
The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

The  mountains  and  valleys  are  ringing, 

The  death  knell  of  Martin  and  crew  ; 

The  cities  respond  and  re-echo, 

The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

Heard  ye  not  the  last  gun  from  New  England 
The  Yankees  are  marshalling  anew  ; 

Connecticut’s  true  to  our  banner, 

And  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

For  once  let  the  Whigs  pull  together, 

In  union  their  efforts  renew, 

And  this  be  their  watchword  in  battle, 

“  The  Hero  of  Tippecanoe.” 

The  times  are  as  hard  as  they  can  be. 

The  Locos  acknowledge  them  so  ; 

What  then  can  be  lost  by  exchanging, 

Young  Van  for  Old  Tippecanoe  I 


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87 


Then  fill  up  your  mugs  of  hard  cider, 
And  pledge  to  the  brave  and  the  true, 
Let  our  motto  be  upward  and  onward, 
For  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 


FREEMEN,  AWAKE! 

Tune — “A  life  on  the  ocean  wave.” 

Awake  to  the  stirring  sound  ! 

Hark,  hark  to  the  loud  alarms ! 

A  shout  on  the  breeze  is  heard — 

’Tis  the  people  up  in  arms  ! 

Then  rouse  to  the  rescue,  rouse  ! 

In  a  body  all  as  one — 

Let  your  watchword  be  “  Our  Rights  f” 
And  your  war-cry,  “  Harrison  !” 

Awake,  &c. 

In  vain  did  our  fathers  toil 

And  fight  for  the  rights  of  man, 

If  tyrants  may  scorn  us  now, 

And  to  take  our  freedom  plan. 

We’ll  let  them  know  we’ll  fight 
For  the  cause  our  sires  have  won, 

And  our  shout  shall  go  forth  aloud, 

“  The  people  and  Harrison  !” 

Awake,  &c 

Let  us  teach  these  men  in  power 
What  they  seem  not  now  to  know, 
That  they  cannot  stay  an  hour 
When  the  people  utter  “  go  !” 

Then  up  with  the  shout  again, 

Press  the  cry  of  victory  on, 

“  The  rights  which  our  fathers  gave, 

The  people  and  Harrison!  ” 

Awake,  &c. 


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The  worthy  and  patriotic  of  all  nations  are  coming  to 
the  rescue  of  our  abused  country;  and  none  evince  a  ho¬ 
lier  determination  to  aid  in  maintaining  our  free  institu¬ 
tions  than  those  brave  sons  of  the  11  Emerald  Isle,"  who 
have  the  magnanimity  to  acknowledge  their  former  errors, 
and  resolve  to  atone  for  them  by  supporting  the  cause  of 
the  defender  of  their  adopted  country.  Here  is  one  of  the 
almost  numberless  instances. 

From  the  Pottsville  Log  Cabin. 

05-  The  following  lines  were  written  by  a  true-hearted 
son  of  the  Emerald  Isle,  and  a  working  man  of  this  bo¬ 
rough.  He  voted  for  Van  Buren  at  the  last  election,  but 
can  no  longer  support  an  administration  which  has  proved 
itself  to  be  opposed  to  the  true  principles  of  democracy,  arid 
the  rights  and  interests  of  the  working  man.  The  reader 
will  easily  perceive  that  these  lines  come  from  the  heart , 
which  is  a  sufficient  recommendation. 

A  SONG  OF  FREEDOM. 

Tune — “  St.  Patrick's  day  in  the  morning .” 

Ye  brave  sons  of  freemen,  I  pray  pay  attention, 
Unto  these  few  things  I  am  going  to  mention, 
Concerning  the  times  and  the  present  oppression, 
Imposed  by  those  Vans  in  their  present  profession  : 
For  nine  years  and  more  they  have  swindled  us  of 
our  rights ; 

But  in  the  present  year  we  will  show  them  a  sight — 
We’ll  bundle  them  up  and  put  them  to  flight, 

Before  St.  Patrick’s  day  in  the  morning. 

Remember  how  brave  General  Harrison  stood, 

In  a  great  many  battles,  in  crimson  and  blood  ; 
Defending  your  cause  and  his  country’s  rights, 
When  the  foe  and  the  savage  he  put  to  flight. 

The  people  are  flattered  and  truly  deceived, 

Bv  Van  Buren,  Buchanan,  and  other  such  knaves — 
But  the  time  is  drawing  near  when  they’ll  be  relieved, 
Before  St.  Patrick’s  day  in  the  morning. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  89 

Remember  the  battle  of  Tippecanoe, 

For  General  Harrison  conquered  there  too — 

His  cannon  did  roar,  his  foes  they  did  fall, 

Like  Joshua’s  resound  upon  Jericho’s  wall. 

So,  now  my  brave  boys,  to  the  hustings  repair, 

And  for  Harrison  and  Tyler  we  will  give  good  cheer, 
And  the  sound  of  our  voices  our  enemies  will  scare, 
Before  St.  Patrick’s  day  in  the  morning. 

So,  now  to  conclude  on  these  lines  I  have  penned, 
There  is  no  person  breathing  I  mean  to  offend — 

I  am  no  politician,  but  yet  I  can  see 
I  am  always  a  friend  to  the  brave  and  the  free. 

May  peace  and  tranquillity  dwell  in  our  land — 

For  the  office-holding  crew  we  shall  shortly  disband ; 
There  are  some  will  get  blind  in  the  Egyptian  sand, 
Before  St.  Patrick’s  day  in  the  morning! 

J.  C.  G. 

THE  TREASURY  CHEST. 

Air — “  The  Mistletoe  hough.” 

The  cabinet  met  in  the  White  House  hall, 

They  knew  there  was  going  to  be  a  squall ; 

For  some  members  had  come  to  draw  their  pay  ; 

To  give  them  a  spree  and  a  holiday. 

And  Martin  was  sad  and  his  heart  oppressed, 

As  he  turned  his  eyes  on  the  Treasury  chest; 

For  well  he  knew,  if  the  truth  was  told, 

That  chest  was  bare  both  of  silver  and  gold. 

Oh  !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 

Then  Martin  looked  up  and  he  heaved  a  sigh, 
While  the  devil  stood  ready  to  help  with  a  lie  ; 
There’s  our  Treasury  chest  as  you  all  may  see, 

But  Levi’s  gone  out  and  has  taken  the  key : 


90  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Just  call  next  month  when  some  lands  are  sold, 
And  we’ll  pay  you  your  wages  in  silver  and  gold ; 
And  should  the  Whigs  ask  you,  I  have  to  request 
That  you  wont  say  one  word  of  our  Treasury  chest. 

Oh  !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 

The  members  went  off ;  and  they  all  began 
To  puzzle  their  brains  to  plot  and  plan, 

And  Kendall  was  sent  to  smuggle  the  mail ; 

And  Woodbury  took  some  drafts  for  sale, 

And  Paulding  he  cut  down  the  sailor’s  cups  ; 

And  Poinsett  took  for  sale  some  blood-hound  pups, 
And  Martin  cried,  now  my  mind  is  at  rest, 

At  length  we’ll  have  gold  in  our  Treasury  chest. 

Oh  !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 

They  tried  to  sell  but  none  would  buy, 

They  tried  to  pump  but  the  wrell  was  dry ; 

They  tried  to  borrow  but  none  would  lend, 

For  all  knew  their  days  were  near  their  end. 

But  their  smuggling  scheme  was  the  worst  by  far, 
For  Amos  was  caught  and  kicked  out  of  the  car, 

So  they  sought  the  White  House  as  a  place  of  rest 
Arid  all  sat  in  tears  round  the  Treasury  chest. 

Oh  !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 

But  the  fourth  of  March  caused  a  dreadful  rout, 
For  Mat  and  his  robbers  were  all  turned  out; 

And  the  cabinet  scattered,  for  well  they  knew 
They  could  not  play  tricks  on  Old  Tippecanoe  : 
And  they  knew  the  old  hero  who  fought  in  the  field 
Was  as  cunning  as  they,  and  too  honest  to  yield, 
And  that  in  obeying  the  people’s  behest 
He  would  soon  find  the  rights  of  the  Treasury  chest. 

Oh  !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  91 

Then  old  Harrison  came  with  his  oaken  stick, 

To  the  Treasury  chest,  and  gave  it  a  lick ; 

The  old  rotten  doors  flew  back  with  a  sound, 

But  the  devil  a  dollar  was  there  to  be  found ; 

But  some  Treasury  drafts  that  good  blow  did  re¬ 
veal, 

Too  ragged  to  pass  and  too  worthless  to  steal; 

And  Woodbury  whimpered,  I  vow  and  protest 
The  rats  must  have  got  in  the  Treasury  chest. 

Oh !  the  Treasury  chest, 

The  Treasury  chest. 


NEW  ZIP  COON. 

Oh  its  gwine  to  the  White  House  todder  arternoon, 
Oh  its  gwine  to  the  White  House  todder  arternoon, 
Oh  its  gwine  to  the  White  House  todder  arternoon, 
And  who  should  I  meet  but  John  Calhoun. 

Oh  John  Calhoun  is  a  very  larned  scholar, 

Oh  John  Calhoun,  &c. 

For  he  strikes  up  our  rogues’  march  and  makes  Van 
Buren  follow. 

Oh  its  Jim  Buchanan  the  Locos  love  to  sarve, 

Oh  its  Jim  Buchanan,  &c. 

For  he  says  put  down  de  wages  and  let  de  work¬ 
men  starve. 

Oh  its  Mat.  Van  Buren  the  Locos  love  to  see, 

Oh  its  Mat.  Van  Buren,  &c. 

For  he  cheats  all  the  folks  wid  his  Sub-Treasury: 

Possum  up  a  gum  tree,  cooney  in  a  holler, 

Possum  up  a  gum  tree,  &c. 

F or  Price  he  hold  de  bag,  while  Swartwout  steals 
de  dollar. 


92  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Oh  we’ll  sing,  Go  it,  Tip ;  and  we’ll  sing,  Come  it,  Ty- 

Oh  we’ll  sing  go  it  Tip,  See.  [ler, 

When  de  people  raise  de  steam  they’ll  bust  poor 
Matty’s  biler. 

Oh,  Oh  Jineral  Harrison  deserves  his  country’s 
thanks. 

Oh,  Oh  Jineral  Harrison,  &c. 

For  he  licked  all  de  Indians  on  de  river  Wabash 
banks. 

I’ve  got  some  news  from  Bedford,  and  Jim  says  its 
worth  a  dollar, 

I’ve  got  some  news  from  Bedford,  &c. 

F or  de  people  there  have  slipped  their  necks  from  de 
Loco-foco  collar. 

For  when  it  came  election  time  de  people  turned 
about, 

For  when  it  came,  &c.  [Locos  out. 

And  put  an  honest  patriot  in  and  they  turned  those 

Oh  meat  upon  the  goose  foot  t’  marrow  and  de 
bone, 

Oh  meat  upon  the  goose  foot,  &c. 

For  de  Loco-foco  steal  de  cash  and  let  de  people 
groan. 

Old  Kate  walked  to  North  Bend,  and  I  walked  be- 
'  side  her, 

Old  Kate  walked  to  North  Bend,  &c. 

And  there  we  saw  old  Harrison  a  drinking  of  hard 
cider. 

There  came  along  a  soldier,  says  Old  Tip  you  better 
stop, 

There  came  along  a  soldier,  &c. 

For  while  my  pitcher  holds  a  drink  a  friend  must 
have, a  drop. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  97 

Now  sober  and  steady,  will  start  to  explore, 

With  her  cargo  of  Vans,  that  late  colonized  shore, 
Up  Salt  river,  &c. 

The  New  Jersey  next  will  be  loudly  cheered  on, 

By  Maxwell,  Aycrigg,  Halsted,  Y  ork,  and  Stratton, 
Whilst  Dickerson,  Cooper,  Ryall,  and  two  more, 
Will  take  i oithout  contest  their  seats  on  that  shore. 

Away  up  Salt  river,  &c. 

Missouri,  new  rigged,  will  next  hoist  her  sail, 
Harrisonians  will  give  her  a  glorious  gale. 

At  the  port  which  she  starts  for,  she  proudly  will  call, 
Leaving  Tumble  Bug  Benton  a  rolling  his  ball, 
On  the  shore  of  Salt  river,  &c. 

The  noble  Ohio  is  ready  likewise, 

The  pride  and  the  glory  of  all  the  Buckeyes ; 

She’s  freighted  with  Locos,  the  Shannons,  and  more, 
And  quasi  Medary  to  land  on  that  shore, 

Away  up  Salt  river,  &c. 

And  as  we  sail  on  we’ll  be  still  looking  back, 

For  the  ships  we  expect  on  the  very  same  track, 
For  Virginia,  Kentucky,  and  some  half  dozen  or 
more, 

Are  bound  for  the  port  on  that  fast  filling  shore, 
Away  up  Salt  river,  &c. 

When  they’re  all  under  way,  we  will  knock  off  a 
toast, 

To  Old  Tippecanoe,  our  pride  and  our  boast : 

He’ll  be  President  next ;  for  changes  then  look, 

As  sour  crout  is  transported  from  old  Kinderhook, 
Up  Salt  river,  &c. 


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98  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


TO  KING  MARTIN. 

Tune — “  Pensez  a  moi, 

When  freemen  wake  and  dream  no  more, 

And  now  the  contest  has  begun  ; 

When  shouts  resound  from  shore  to  shore, 

In  praise  of  gallant  Haruisojt  ; 

Then  while  those  pealing  sounds  you  scan. 
Think  upon  Tip,  King  Martin  Van. 

When  cringing  dogs  do  bend  the  knee, 

And  tell  thee  many  a  honeyed  tale, 

About  thy  power  and  majesty^; 

How  ’gainst  the  Whigs  you  will  prevail, 
Then  while  you  think  secure  you  stand. 
Think  upon  Tip,  King  Martin  Van. 

When  High-Priest  Amos  wields  the  quill, 
Plucked  from  a  demon’s  wing  of  yore: 

You  think  he  writes  with  mystic  skill, 

To  lull  us  all  to  sleep  once  more ; 

Then  ere  his  wicked  works  began, 

Think  upon  Tip,  King  Martin  Van. 

When  those  who  do  the  plunder  share, 

And  feed  thine  ear  with  idle  lies, 

When  they,  thy  mighty  way  declare, 

And  send  thy  wisdom  to  the  skies, 

Then  when  around  thy  throne  they  stand, 
Think  upon  Tip,  King  Martin  Van. 

When  brave  old  Tip  has  threshed  you  all, 

And  rents  his  cabin  at  North  Bend, 

When  exiled  from  the  White  House  hall, 

You  sadly  Kinder-hook-ward  wend  ; 

Then  when  you  see  your  father’s  land, 
Think  upon  Tip,  poor  Martin  Van. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  99 


THE  HUGE  PAW. 

Tune — “  Law.” 

Come  list  to  me  a  minute, 

A  song,  I’m  going  to  sing  it, 

You’ll  find  there’s  something  in  it, 

’Tis  all  about  a  paw. 

P,  A,  W,  paw, 

The  hugest  ever  you  saw, 

If  you’ve  any  commiseration 
For  the  luckless  situation 
Of  this  bamboozled  nation, 

Hear  the  tale  of  this  HUGE  PAW. 

The  wheel  was  lustily  spinning, 

The  merchant  merrily  grinning, 

And  cash  the  farmer  was  winning, 

As  fast  as  he  could  claw. 

C,  L,  A,  W,  claw, 

Went  each  industrious  paw  ; 

And  all  was  jollification, 

Till  a  meddling  botheration 
Confounded  the  circulation ! 

Of  the  blood  of  this  HUGE  PAW. 

For  a  quack  came  slily  creeping, 

While  Uncle  Sam  was  a-sleeping, 

And,  astride  of  his  shoulders  leaping, 
Like  a  hungry  dog  did  gnaw. 

G,  N,  A,  W,  gnaw, 

All  the  flesh  of  his  honest  paw, 


100  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

And  with  mighty  speechification, 

Made  a  blarneying  protestation, 

How  he’d  “  better  his  circulation,” 

By  the  wag  of  his  impudent  jaw ! 

But,  sirs,  the  quack  was  a  Tory, 

And  his  wonderful  “  blaze  of  glory, 

To  make  short  work  of  the  story, 

Was  puffed  away  in  a  flaw  ! 

F,  L,  A,  W,  flaw, 

Like  snow  in  an  April  thaw ! 

If  you’ve  any  commiseration, 

Think  of  Uncle  Sam’s  consternation, 

When  he  felt  the  sudden  prostration 

Of  the  strength  of  his  HUGE  PAW  ! 

But  the  rogues  will  soon  be  nabbin, 

If  guessing  I’m  any  dab  in ; 

So — come  out  of  that  log  cabin , 

Old  soldier  among  the  straw  ! 

S,  T,  R,  A,  W,  straw, 

Shall  tickle  ’em  all  till  they  jaw. 

Then  sound  a  loud  acclamation,  ^ 

And  hand  him  into  his  station. 

For  he’s  the  man  for  the  nation, 

To  wield  of  reform  the  HUGE  PAW. 

So,  Tories,  prepare  to  knock  under, 

For  he’ll  down  upon  you  like  thunder, 

And  smite  your  whole  squad  asunder, 

With  his  HUGE  and  VETERAN  PAW. 
P,  A,  W,  paw. 

Will  hit  you  over  the  raw  ! 

Then  hurrah  for  the  Whigs  and  the  nation ! 
And  a  shout  of  loud  jubilation 
For  the  glorious  restoration 

Of  the  HUGE  and  PATRIOT  PAW. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  101 
A  DEMOCRATIC  HARRISON  SONG. 

DEDICATED  TO  THE  SIXTH  WARD  TIPPECANOE  CLUB  OP 
CINCINNATI. 

Tune — 11 A  landlady  of  France.” 

It  always  has  been  told, 

That  the  Loco-focos  bold 

Could  beat  the  Whigs  to  pieces,  and  so  handy  0  ! 
But  they  now  have  found  their  match, 

And  will  see  when  conies  the  “  scratch,” 

That  the  Tippy-boys  for  fighting  are  the  dandy  O ! 

The  “  White  House,”  a  mansion  bold, 

Where  the  spoilers  have  their  hold, 

Is  governed  by  Van  Buren,  the  Grandee  0  ! 

With  as  choice  a  kitchen  crew 
As  ever  salary  drew, 

They  could  flog  the  Tippy-boys,  so  handy  0  ! 

When  the  “  log  cabin”  hove  in  view, 

Says  sly  Martin  to  his  crew, 

Come  clear  the  house  for  action,  and  be  handy  0  ! 
To  the  weathergage,  boys,  get  her, 

.  And  to jmake  his  tools  fight  better, 

He  promised  them  fat  offices,  the  dandy  0  ! 

Then  Matty  loudly  cries, 

Make  this  cabin,  boys,  your  prize, 

You  can,  if  you’ll  but  try  right  hard  and  handy  O  ! 
I’ll  reward  you  well  you  know, 

And  to  work  you  all  must  go, 

And  do  not  fail  to  use  the  gold  and  brandy  0 ! 

The  Locos’  shot  flew  hot, 

But  the  Whigs  they  answered  not, 

Until  they  had  all  things  well  fixed  and  handy  O ! 
Says  Old  Tippy  to  his  crew, 

“  Now  let’s  see  what  we  can  do, 

We’ll  take  this  pseudo  Democrat,  this  Grandee  0  !” 


102  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

The  first  broadside  we  poured, 

Carried  Connecticut  by  the  board, 

Which  made  the  Locos  look  quite  abandoned  0  ! 
Then  Matty  shook  his  head, 

And  to  his  scullions  said  : 

“  I  begin  to  fear  Old  Tippy’s  name’s  the  dandy  O  !” 

Our  second  told  so  well, 

That  Rhode  Island  quickly  fell, 

And  Virginia,  she  surrendered,  so  handy  0  ! 

Says  he,  “Amos,  we’re  undone, 

Aye,  every  mother’s  son 

While  the  Tippy -boys  were  shouting  “We’re  the 
dandy  O ! 

Then  Martin  says  to  Amos : 

“No  one  can  hardly  blame  us, 

If  you  will  now  turn  editor,  so  handy  0  ! 

You  must  wear  another  robe, 

And  write  daily  for  the  Globe  ; 

Cheer  up,  let’s  take  a  hearty  pull  of  brandy  0  !” 

Come  fill  your  glasses  full, 

And  we’ll  take  a  hearty  pull, 

Ye  “  Log  Cabin  and  Hard  Cider  Boys,”  of  brandy  0  ! 
We’ll  drink  a  toast  so  true, 

To  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe ; 

That  he  will  be  our  President,  so  handy  O  ! 


A  song  preparatory  to  the  great  and  enthusiastic  con¬ 
vention  held  at  Columbus,  Ohio,  on  the  birth  day  of  the 
immortal  Washington ,  Feb.  22,  1840. 

OLD  TIPPECANOE. 

Air — “  Rosin  the  bow.’* 

Ye  jolly  young  Whigs  of  Ohio, 

And  all  ye  sick  “  Democrats”  too, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  103 

Come  out  from  among  the  foul  party, 

And  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

And  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  great  twenty-second  is  coming, 

And  the  Vanjacks  begin  to  look  blue, 

They  know  there’s  no  chance  for  poor  Matty, 

If  we  stick  to  Old  Tippecanoe. 

If  we  stick,  &c. 

I  therefore  will  give  you  a  warning, 

Not  that  any  good  it  will  do, 

For  I’m  sure  that  you  all  are  a-going,. 

To  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

To  vote,  &c. 

Then  let  us  be  up  and  a-doing, 

And  cling  to  our  cause  brave  and  true ; 

I’ll  bet  you  a  fortune  we’ll  beat  them, 

With  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

With  the  hero,  &c. 

Good  men  from  the  Vanjacks  are  flying, 

Which  makes  them  look  kinder  askew, 

For  see  they  are  joining  the  standard, 

With  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

With  the  hero,  &c. 

They  say  that  he  lived  in  a  cabin, 

And  lived  on  old  hard  cider  too  ; 

Well,  what  if  he  did  1  I’m  certain 
He’s  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

He’s  the  hero,  &c. 

Then  let  us  all  go  to  Columbus, 

And  form  a  procession  or  two, 

And  I  tell  you  the  Vanjacks  will  startle, 

At  the  sound  of  Old  Tippecanoe. 

At  the  sound,  &c. 


104  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

And  for  one  I’m  fully  determined, 

To  go,  let  it  rain,  hail,  or  snow, 

And  do  what  I  can  in  the  battle, 

.  For  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe. 

For  the  hero,  &c. 

And  if  we  get  any  ways  thirsty, 

I’ll  tell  you  what  we  can  do  ; 

We’ll  bring  down  a  keg  of  hard  cider. 
And  drink  to  Old  Tippecanoe. 

And  drink,  &c. 


THE  PEOPLE’S  RALLY. 

Come,  come  to  the  meeting, 
Come  one,  and  come  all. 

For  true  hearts  are  beating, 
Responsive  the  call ; 

From  highland  and  valley — 
From  mountain  and  plain — 
Come,  come  to  the  rally, 

Our  rights  to  regain. 

Indignantly  spurning 
The  yoke  of  the  slave, 

With  liberty  burning, 

We  cringe  not,  nor  crave; 
Our  banner  is  flouting 
Its  red  wings  on  high, 

And  freemen  are  shouting 
To  do  or  to  die. 

Let  trijlers  preach  Union 
For  office  and  spoils ; 

We  shun  a  communion 
Environed  with  toils ; 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  105 


Away  with  caresses, 

Contrived  to  betray, 

The  tunic  of  Nessus 
Were  better  than  they. 

Our  country  forever, 

From  Sabine  to  Maine ; 

No  true  Whigs  will  sever 
One  link  in  the  chain, — 

No  pretences  hollow, 

No  mixing  of  creeds — 

Our  flag  we  will  follow 
Wherever  it  leads. 

Then  come  to  the  meeting, 
Come  one  and  come  all. 

For  time  hearts  are  beating, 

To  answer  the  call ; 

From  highland  and  valley — 
From  mountain  and  plain — 
Come,  come  to  the  rally, 

Our  rights  to  regain. 


THE  HURRAH  SONG. 

Old  Tip’s  the  boy  to  swing  the  flail, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

And  make  the  Locos  all  turn  pale, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

He’ll  give  them  all  a  tarnal  switchen, 

When  he  begins  to  clear  the  kitchen.  [rah  ! 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hur- 

Ploughboys,  though  he  leads  in  battle, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

He’s  a  team  in  raising  cattle, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah 


106  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

And  though  old  Proctor  at  him  kicked, 

He’s  the  chap  that  ne’er  was  licked. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  &c. 

His  latchstring  hangs  outside  the  door, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

As  it  has  always  done  before, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

We  vowed  by  Whigs  he  should  be  sent 

To  Washington  as  President. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  &c. 

In  all  the  states  no  door  stands  wider, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

To  ask  you  in  to  drink  hard  cider, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

But  any  man  that’s  “  given  to  grabbin,” 

Ne’er  can  enter  his  log  cabin. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  &c. 

For  such  as  Swartwout,  Price,  and  Boyd, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

His  honest  soul  will  e’er  avoid, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 

And  poverty  he  thinks  no  crime, 

But  welcomes  it  at  dinner  time. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  &c. 

So  here’s  three  cheers  for  honest  Tip, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 

We’ve  got  the  Locos  on  the  hip, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  !  1 

We’ll  roll  them  all  far  up  Salt  River, 

There  let  them  stand  to  shake  and  shiver. 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  &c. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL 


THE  FARMER  PRESIDENT. 

Tune — “  The  Poachers 

Did  you  ever  hear  of  the  farmer 
That  lives  up  in  the  West; 

Of  all  the  men  for  President 
The  wisest  and  the  best  1 

To  put  him  in  the  capitol, 

W e’ve  found  a  capital  way  : 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night, 
And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing,  &c. 

Come,  all  of  every  station, 

The  rich  as  well  as  poor ; 

For  all  the  farmer  had  a  place 
Who  ever  sought  his  door : 

He  never  shrunk  before  the  rich , 

Nor  turned  the  poor  away  : 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night, 

And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing,  &c. 

Come  all  the  folks  of  every  age, 

The  old  as  well  as  young ; 

There’s  not  in  all  Columbia 
A  name  more  justly  sung; 

The  bravest  of  the  brave  was  he, 

When  found  in  deadly  fray. 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night, 
And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh!  we’ll  sing,  &c. 

When  gathered  into  council, 

Among  the  wise  and  great. 

He  never  thought  to  serve  himself, 

But  wisely  served  the  state; 


108  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

A  statesman  he  of  vigour  yet, 

Although  his  locks  are  gray  ; 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night, 
And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing,  &c. 

There’s  news  about  election 
Borne  on  in  every  gale, 

A  shout  from  every  place  is  heard. 

About  the  plough  and  flail ; 

And  freemen’s  voices  gladly  join 
To  catch  the  sound  so  gay  : 

Oh !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night. 
And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh !  we’ll  sing,  &c. 

Then  raise  the  Harrison  banner 
Upon  the  outward  walls  ; 

The  word  is  rolling  trumpet-tongued  : 

The  hero’s  rival  falls  ; 

The  cry  of  victory  rends  the  air — 

It  swells  the  joyous  lay  : 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing  a  Harrison  song  by  night, 
And  beat  his  foes  by  day. 

Oh  !  we’ll  sing,  &c 


THE  WHIG  RALLY. 

Tune — “  Bruce's  address .” 

Ye  who  fought  with  Washington, 
Ye  who  oft  with  Jackson  won. 
Onward  now  with  Harrison, 

On  to  victory. 

Now’s  the  day  the  Vanites  cower, 
See  the  office-holders  lower, 
Trembling  for  departing  power,  ; 
Got  by  knavery. 


f  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Who  will  cling  to  sinking  Van  I 
Who  will  join  his  robbing  clan '? 

Give  him  Price  and  Swartwout’s  plan, 
Let  him  turn  and  flee. 

Who  for  freedom  and  reform, 

With  his  bosom  kindling  warm, 
Pledges  honour,  heart,  and  arm  1 

Pledge  them  now  with  me. 

By  our  suffering,  bleeding  land, 

By  the  soul  that  nerves  the  hand, 

We  will  fall  or  conquerors  stand, 

Conquerors  firm  and  free. 
Bring  your  proud  oppressors  down, 

By  your  votes  the  deed  is  done, 

Hoist  the  flag  of  Harrison  ! 

Flag  of  Liberty  ! 


FOR  HARRISON,  HUZZA ! 

Tune — “  Frog  in  a  well ,”  or  any  equal  measure. 
Ye  Whigs,  Conservatives,  and  all, 

Listen  to  your  country’s  call, 

For  troubles  “  press  her  to  the  wall,” 

Party  giving  law  / 
There’s  nothing,  surely,  more  sublime. 

Than  freemen  roused  in  party  time, 

To  save  their  lands  from  plot  and  crime  : 

Republicans,  huzza ! 

The  Tory  Lord  of  Kinderhook 
Honest  men  have  most  forsook ; 

There’s  naught  of  him,  where’er  we  look, 
Confidence  can  draw  ! 
We  to  the  Locofoco  clan, 

The  patent  demo's  leave  the  man, 

And  riddance  seek  from  wizzard  Van  ! 

Republicans,  huzza ! 


109 


110  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


This  man  you  know  has  often  told, 

That  our  land  should  flow  with  gold ; 

And  honest  men  their  freedom  sold, 

*  For  this  dictum  law . 

His  plans  are  only  to  deceive  : 

Leg  Bail,  is  all  the  treasurers  give : 

But  still  our  cause,  we  can  retrieve ; 

Republicans,  huzza ! 

We  feel  oppression  bearing  on, 

Taxes  high,  and  money  low, 

And  officers  exempt,  alone, 

From  destructive  law. 
Then,  Whigs,  advance,  of  every  grade. 

Your  country  to  redeem  and  aid, 

In  freedom’s  panoply  arra}red  ; 

Republicans,  huzza ! 

We  for  the  country  firmly  stand. 

As  a  patriotic  band  ; 

From  party  men,  of  party-brand, 

We,  of  course,  withdraw. 
“Our  country  first,  our  country  last,” 

Her  standard,  “  nailing  to  the  mast,” 

“  W e’re  clear  for  action,”  standing  fast , 
Republicans,  huzza ! 

We  know,  indeed,  that  men  must  rule, 

But  we  spurn  the  party  tool, 

Republicans  of  ancient  school 

Our  actions  draw. 

Of  such,  the  man  for  whom  we  go, 

He’s  known  to  all,  and  this  we  know, 

His  feelings  for  his  country  flow  ! 

’Tis  Harrison — huzza ! 

What  public  good  has  Martin  done  1 
None,  that  ever  saw  the  sun ! 

His  schemes  are  all  for  “  number  one,” 

Power  and  wealth  to  drsw. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  Ill 

&ur  friend  is  quite  another  man, 

To  help  the  people  all  he  can, 

His  steady  aim,  his  only  plan  ; 

For  Harrison,  huzza ! 

When  savage  tribes  together  planned, 

Proctor’s  troops — Tecumseh’s  band, 

By  deadly  war  to  scourge  our  land, 

Breaking  treaty — law  ! 

He  fought  the  foe,  in  plains,  in  wood, 

He  through  the  hottest  battles  rode, 

And  victory  came  from  fields  of  blood  ; 

For  Harrison,  huzza ! 

We  all  shall  go  for  Harrison, 

With  him  there’s  no  comparison, 

In  marshalled  fields — in  garrison, 

An  organic  law ! 

He  always  for  his  country  stood, 

In  peace,  in  war,  through  storm  and  flood 
Devoted  to  the  public  good  ! 

For  Harrison ,  huzza! 


THE  HERO  STATESMAN. 

Tune — “  The  Campbells  are  coming 

He  comes  from  the  west,  in  the  strength  of  his  name,  - 
The  favoured  of  song,  and  the  hero  in  fame ; 

He’s  the  people’s  own  choice,  and  his  resting  shall  be 
At  the  side  of  the  brave  and  the  hearts  of  the  free. 

No  more  in  the  shade  of  retirement  he’s  laid, 

Where  the  warrior’s  plume  rests  with  his  chivalrous 
blade ; 

For  his  country  demands  his  true  service  again, 

To  protect  with  his  sword,  and  defend  with  his  pen. 


112  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  ‘ 

He  comes  from  the  west  in  the  strength  of  his  lame 
The  favoured  of  song,  and  hero  in  fame ; 

He’s  the  people’s  own  choice,  and  his  resting  shall  be 
At  the  side  of  the  brave  in  the  hearts  of  the  free. 

Though  gray  be  his  locks,  there’s  a  fire  in  his  eye, 
That  flashes  in  scorn  when  a  foeman  is  nigh ; 

To  the  poor  and  oppressed  who  his  kindness  implore, 
He  never  in  scorn  shuts  his  hand  or  his  door. 

Then  hail  to  the  hero  who  merits  our  thanks, 

To  the  statesman  who  lives  on  Ohio’s  green  banks, 
For  the  banner  of  freedom  that  floats  to  the  breeze, 
Shall  ne’er  be  dishonoured  on  lands  or  on  seas. 

He  comes  from  the  west,  &c. 

When  joined  with  the  wise  and  engaged  with  the 
great 

To  act  for  his  country  in  councils  of  state. 

No  traitor  unscathed  shall  escape  from  his  hand — 
The  boldest  he’ll  sweep  from  a  place  in  the  land. 
Though  dastards  revile,  and  though  cowards  defame, 
They  dim  not  the  glory  of  Harrison’s  name  : 

And  louder  and  broader  our  plaudits  shall  rise 
For  the  hero  so  bold,  for  the  statesman  so  wise. 

He  comes  from  the  west,  &c. 


JOHN  C.  CALHOUN  MY  JO. 

’Tis  true,  ’tis  pitiful — ’tis  pitiful,  ’tis  true ! ! 

Tune — “ John  Anderson ,  my  Jo.” 

John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo  John,  I’m  sorry  for  your  fate, 

You’ve  nullified  the  tariff  laws,  you’ve  nullified  your 
state ; 

VTou’ve  nullified  your  party,  John,  and  principles, 
you  know, 

And  now  you’ve  nullified  yourself,  John  C.  Calhoun 
my  Jo. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  113 

Oh !  John,  how  could  you  look  into  the  face  of 
Henry  Clay  1 

The  glory  of  the  Western  World  and  of  the  world 
away  ; 

You  called  yourself  his  “master,”  John,  but  that 
can  ne'er  be  so, 

For  he  “  would  not  own  you  for  a  slave,”  John  C. 
Calhoun  my  Jo. 

The  Father  of  the  Tariff,  John,  and  Patron  of  the 
Arts, 

He  seeks  to  build  his  country  up  in  spite  of  foreign 
parts ; 

And  Harrison  will  soon  upset  the  little  Van  &  Co., 

And  renovate  the  Ship  of  State,  John  C.  Calhoun 
my  Jo. 

John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo  John,  ambition  in  despair, 

Once  made  you  nullify  the  whole ,  the  half  of  it  to 
share ; 

The  “  whole  hog  now  you’ve  gone,”  John,  with 
Kendall,  Blair  &  Co., 

But  “  you’ve  got  the  wrong  sow  by  the  ear,”  John 
C.  Calhoun  my  Jo. 

American  mechanics,  John,  will  never  sell  their  votes 

For  Mint  Drops  or  for  Treasury  Bills,  or  even 
British  coats  ; 

They  want  no  English  coaches,  John,  white  ser¬ 
vants  they  forego, 

For  their  carriage  is  of  Yankee  stamp,  John  C. 
Calhoun  my  Jo. 

Oh !  John,  he  is  a  slippery  blade  with  whom  you’ve 
got  to  deal, 

He’ll  pass  between  your  clutches  too,  just  like  a 
living  eel ; 


8 


114  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL." 


You  think  he’ll  recommend  you,  John,  but  Van  will 
ne’er  do  so, 

For  he  wants  the  fishes  for  himself,  John  C.  Cal¬ 
houn  my  Jo. 

John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo,  John,  if  this  you  dare  to 
doubt, 

Go  ask  the  Living  Skeleton,  who  deals  his  secrets  out, 

His  favourites  are  marked,  John,  the  mark  you  can¬ 
not  toe, 

And  you’ll  soon  repent  the  bargain  made,  John  C. 
Calhoun  my  Jo. 

This  is  a  dirty  business,  John,  go  wash  your  little 
hands, 

And  never  bow  your  knee  again  to  cunning  Van’s 
commands ; 

“  How  you  are  off  for  soap,”  John,  I  cannot  say  I 
know, 

But  “  your  mother  does  not  know  you’re  out,”  John 
C.  Calhoun  my  Jo. 

The  brave  sons  of  the  South,  John,  will  never  own 
you  more, 

And  Benton’s  Mint  Drops  will  not  save — you’re 
rotten  to  the  core  ; 

The  people  will  no  power,  John,  on  such  as  you 
bestow, 

And  you’ve  jumped  your  final  somerset,  John  C. 
Calhoun  my  Jo. 

John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo  John,  you’ll  ride  with  lit¬ 
tle  Van, 

From  yonder  Whited  Sepulchre,  with  all  its  motley 
clan ; 

The  journey  will  be  long,  John,  now  mind  I  tell 
you  so, 

For  they  never  can  return  again,  John  C.  Calhoun 
my  Jo. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  115 

Then  better  men,  my  Jo  John,  our  sad  affairs  will  fix, 

Republicans  in  principle,  the  Whigs  of  seventy-six  ; 

The  offices  they’ll  purge,  John,  Swartwouters  all 
will  go, 

And  sycophantic  fellows  too,  John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo. 

The  farmer  of  North  Bend,  John,  will  plough  the 
weeds  away, 

And  the  terror  of  Tccumseh  then  will  gain  another 
day; 

America  will  flourish,  John,  mechanics  find  employ, 

And  our  merchants  will  rejoice  indeed,  John  C.  Cal¬ 
houn  my  Jo. 

John  C.  Calhoun  my  Jo  John,  when  one  term  shall 
expire, 

He’ll  drop  the  reigns  of  power,  and  with  dignity 
retire, 

To  look  upon  a  smiling  land,  that  he  has  rendered  so. 

And  every  Whig  will  cry  Amen  !  John  C.  Calhoun 
my  Jo. 


We  cannot  more  appropriately  introduce  the  following 
song,  than  by  copying  the  speeches  said  to  have  been  de¬ 
livered  by  the  Secretary  of  war,  and  by  him  of  the  Globe, 
on  the  occasion  of  the  “  presentation  by  the  War  f  unctiona  ry 
of  a  stand  of  colours  to  the  1st  Regiment  of  Republican  blood¬ 
hounds 

The  Secretary,  holding  in  his  hands  a  stand  of  colours, 
decorated  with  the  scalp  of  an  Indian ,  and  the  flagstaff 
surmounted  by  the  head  of  a  hound,  instead  of  the  eagle 
or  the  cap  of  liberty ,  is  supposed  to  perpetrate  this  speech : — 
“Fellow-citizens  and  soldiers  ! !  In  presenting  this  stan¬ 
dard  to  the  1st  Regiment  of  Bloodhounds,  I  congratulate 


116  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

you  on  your  promotion  from  the  base  and  inglorious  pur¬ 
suit  of  animals,  in  an  uncivilized  region  like  Cuba,  to  the 
noble  task  of  hunting  men  in  our  Christian  country!  Our 
administration  has  been  reproached  for  the  expense  of  the 
Florida  war,  so  we  have  determined  now  to  prosecute  it 
in  a  way  that’s  dog  cheap!  Hence,  in  your  huge  paws' 
we  put  the  charge  of  bringing  it  to  a  close.  Be  fleet  of 
foot  and  keen  of  nose,  or  the  Indians  will  escape  in  spite 
of  your  teeth.  Dear  Blair  here  shows  you  a  map  of  Flo¬ 
rida,  the  theatre  of  your  future  deeds.  Look  to  him  as 
the  trumpeter  of  your  fame,  who  will  emblazon  your  acts 
as  far  as  “  The  Globe”  extends.  He  feels  great  interest 
in  all  his  kith  and  kin,  and  will,  therefore,  transmit  your 
heroism,  in  dog grel  verse  to  the  remotest  posterity.” 

The  “walking  skeleton”  of  the  Globe,  kneeling  before 
the  canine  regiment,  and  holding  before  them  the  map  of 
Florida,  bow-wows  this  address : — 

“I  take  pleasure  in  pointing  out  to  you,  my  bretliren-vn- 
arms,  the  seat  of’a  war,  the  honour  of  terminating  which, 
our  master  has  put  in  the  paws  of  our  race.  I  have  no 
doubt  you  will  all  prove  like  myself,  good  collar-men  in  the 
cause.” 

General  Harrison  fought  and  conquered  the  hostile  In¬ 
dians  in  the  old-fashioned  style,  but  it  was  reserved  for 
General  Van  Buren  to  introduce  the  quadrupedal  mode  of 
warfare. —  Van  Buren’s  Art  of  War. 

WAR  SONG  OF  THE  BLOODHOUNDS. 

Tune — “  All  the  blue  bonnets.” 

Bow  !  wow  !  Tray,  Blanche,  and  Tally-ho  ! 

Why,  ye  dogs,  why  don’t  ye  forward  in  order] 
Bow  !  wow  !  Ring-tail  and  Tally-ho  ! 

Four  legs  against  two  on  the  Florida  border. 
Towser  don’t  wag  your  tail,  Cato  is  on  the  trail, 

Csesar  is  howling  his  signal  for  battle  ; 

Sport  has  his  nose  in  trim,  fleetness  you  know’s  in 
Jim. 

Up  with  your  tails,  and  make  meat  of  the  cattle  ! 

Bow  !  wow  !  &c. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  117 


Bow  !  wow !  be  of  good  muscle,  dogs  ! 

Are  we  not  soldiers  of  Uncle  Sam’s  army  1 
Bow  !  wow  ! — on  to  the  tustle,  dogs, 

Up  with  your  noses — the  scent  is  quite  balmy. 
Take  care  of  rattle  snakes — ’tis  hard  to  battle  snakes, 
Legs,  they  have  none,  while  we  have  got  four  on 
’em. 

Prig  up  your  noses,  dogs — yell  like  old  Moses’  dogs, 
We’re  cannon  all  over,  and  fit  to  make  war  on  ’em. 

Bow  !  wow !  &c. 

Bow  !  wow  !  Ponto,  Quiz — all  the  dogs, 

Up  the  wrong  tree  you  long  have  been  barking : 
Bow  !  wow  !  Whistle  and  call  the  dogs, 

Now  is  no  time  to  be  lounging  and  larking. 

On  to  the  Seminoles — a  drama  from  Sherry  Knowles 
Soon  will  immortalize  all  who  die  tragically  ; 
Bark  out  your  war-note,  then  —  echo  through 
swamp  and  glen, 

We’ll  do  the  thing  quickly,  neatly,  and  magically. 

Bow !  wow  !  &c. 

“  Cry  havoc,  and  let  slip  the  dogs  of  war.”— Ha¬ 
voc,  indeed,  but  not  to  the  enemy.  Havoc  only  to  the 
Treasury — poor  as  it  is.  Look  at  the  bill  of  particulars  for 
the  importation  of  the  Florida  Bloodhounds,  which  we 


quote  from  the  Newark  Daily  : 

The  Territory  of  Florida  to  R.  Fitzpatrick,  Dr. 

Jan.  1840 — For  33  Bloodhounds,  purchased  in 
Cuba, . $2,733  00 


Expenses  at  Matamoras  and  Key  West,  includ¬ 
ing  port  charges  and  quarantine  dues;  vo- 
lante  hire  to  go  to  the  south  side  of  Cuba  ;  and 
expenses  at  Madroga  ;  transportation  of  the 
dogs  to  Matanzas  ;  provisions  for  the  dogs  at 
Matanzas  and  Key  West;  carpenters’  bill  for 
making  dog  houses  ;  lumber,  old  canvass,  &c.  503  99 

Charter  of  the  sloop  Marshall,  for  the  voyage  to 
Matanzas  and  back  to  St.  Marks,  ...  600  00 


118  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

This  sum,  advanced  to  the  5  Spaniards  who  ac¬ 
company  the  dogs,  as  per  accounts  herewith,  136  63 


Passports  for  those  5  Spaniards,  ...  26  25 

Paid  for  87  lbs.  fresh  beef,  in  Tallahassee,  for 

d°gs, . 6  96 

My  compensation, .  1,000  00 


Cr.— By  this  sum,  received  from  the  Union  Bank, 

L  by  order  of  Gov.  Call, .  5,000  00 


Balance, . $6  83 


Uncle  Sam  will  find  $5,000  rather  a  heavy  item  for  33 
dogs,  which,  after  all  the  cost,  have  not  caught  a  single 
Indian. 


TIP-TOP  SONG  ABOUT  TIPPECANOE. 

’Tis  the  tip  of  the  fashion  for  brave  hearts  and  true. 
To  join  in  the  shout  for  brave  Tippecanoe ; 

The  soldier,  the  farmer,  the  statesman,  the  friend, 
Who  fought  at  the  Thames,  and  who  lives  at  North 
Bend  ; 

Wrho  gathered  his  laurels  where  bravely  they  grew, 
Mid  the  slaughter  and  carnage  of  Tippecanoe. 

Tippecanoe,  Tippecanoe. 

An  honest  old  soldier  is  Tippecanoe. 

No  parasite  he  at  the  footstool  of  power, 

To  flatter  and  fawn  for  the  rule  of  an  hour, 

All  honour  and  manliness  basely  to  smother, 

And  avow  it  his  glory  to  follow  another ; 

Oh,  no,  for  our  hero  is  honest  and  true, 

And  the  tip-top  of  honour  is  Tippecanoe. 

Tippecanoe,  Tippecanoe, 

The  tip-top  of  honour  is  Tippecanoe. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  119 


Though  the  frosts  of  old  age  may  have  whitened 
his  brow, 

Yet  the  light  of  his  deeds  round  his  temples  will 
glow; 

Like  the  sun  on  the  mountain  whose  head  in  the  sky 
Receives  the  first  snow  on  its  summit  so  high, 

But  will  show  forth  in  majesty,  beauty,  and  light, 
When  the  valleys  below  are  all  shrouded  in  night — • 
Tippecanoe,  Tippecanoe, 

And  thus  stands  the  soldier  bold,  Tippecanoe. 

Then  join  in  the  shout  that  so  loud  has  gone  forth 
From  the  east  and  the  west,  from  the  south  and  the 
north  ; 

From  the  prairies  and  lakes  to  the  briny  blue  sea, 
The  shout  of  the  mighty,  the  bold,  and  the  free, 
From  the  cold  Granite  State  to  warm  generous  Lou¬ 
isiana  they  shout  for  brave  Tippecanoe. 

Tippecanoe,  Tippecanoe, 

The  tip  of  all  tips  is  brave  Tippecanoe. 


HURRAH  FOR  BRAVE  TIPPECANOE. 
Tune — “  Hurrah  for  the  bonnets  of  blue” 
v  ,r^:s  good  to  be  honest  and  wise, 

peace 


120  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

When  his  soldiers  he  came  to  dismiss 
And  bid  them  a  hero’s  adieu, 

He  said,  “  My  brave  boys,  when  you  come  to  my  hut, 
rhere’ll  be  a  plate  ever  ready  for  you.” 

Hurrah,  &c. 

His  youth  in  our  service  he  spent, 

With  a  head  and  a  heart  ever  true ; 

In  war  and  in  peace  with  virtue  increased, 

Then  vote  for  brave  Tippecanoe. 

Hurrah,  &c. 


A  LOVE  LETTER. 


Air — “ John  Anderson ,  my  Jo.” 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


121 


But  I  know  you’re  not  a  saint,  John, 

None  e’er  have  ca’d  you  so. 

My  measures  are  your  own,  John, 

And  were  so  long  ago, 

Though  other  thoughts  you’ve  often  shown, 
John  C.  Calhoun,  my  Jo. 

The  women  are  so  bad,  John, 

And  kick  up  such  a  row 
That  once  they  made  us  mad,  John, 

But  we  are  not  so  now. 

We  now  will  dance  together,  John, 

On  “  light  fantastic  toe” — 

In  spite  of  wind  or  weather,  John, 

John  C.  Calhoun,  my  Jo. 

If  I  should  not  succeed,  John, 

Yet  you  need  but  be  firm, 

For  your  best  hopes  will  breed,  John, 

For  you  another  term, 

Tom  Benton  must  go  down,  John, 

And  upwards  you  must  go — 

And  yours  may  be  a  crown,  John, 


122  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

No,  no,  no,  no  !  then  rise 
For  our  forefathers’  laws ; 

March  on,  march  on !  resolved  to  win 
Our  favourite  hero’s  cause  ! 

Will  flattering  tales  of  coming  pleasures, 
When  plenteousness  and  peace  shall  reign, 
And  all  be  rich  in  glittering  treasures, 

The  poor  man’s  present  wishes  gain  1 
Will ’t  stay  the  tide  of  desolation, 

That  sweeps  so  strongly  o’er  our  land, 

To  gorge  an  office-holding  band, 

And  rob  the  pockets  of  the  nation  1 

No,  no,  no,  no !  then  rise,  &c. 

Oh,  freemen,  up  !  let  widely  flowing 
Your  banners  to  the  breeze  be  thrown, 
Your  love  of  worth  and  valour  showing  ; 

Your  scorn  for  tyrant-knaves  make  known! 
Shall  men  believe  their  voices  telling 
In  siren  tones,  your  ship  of  state 
Is  safe,  when  all  around,  dark  fate 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  123 


THE  FARMER  OF  TIPPECANOE. 

Tune — “  Oh  saw  ye  the  lass  of  the  bonnie  blue  e'en.” 

Oh,  saw  ye  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

The  gallant  old  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

With  an  arm  that  is  strong,  and  a  heart  that  is  true. 
The  man  of  the  people  is  Tippecanoe. 

Away  in  the  west,  the  fair  river  beside, 

That  waters  North  Bend  in  its  beauty  and  pride, 
And  shows  in  its  mirror  the  summer  sky  blue, 

Oh,  there  dwells  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe. 

When  the  clear  eastern  sky  in  the  morning’s  light 
gleams, 

And  the  hills  of  Ohio  grow  warm  in  its  beams, 
When  the  fresh  springing  grass  is  bent  down  by  the 
dew. 

With  his  plough  in  the  furrow  stands  Tippecanoe. 
Hurrah  for  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

The  honest  old,  &c. 

And  when  far  in  the  west  the  warm  sun-light  goes 
.  down, 

And  the  woods  of  Ohio  look  dusky  and  brown, 

In  his  own  quiet  home,  he  the  past  will  review, 
And  think  of  his  comrades  at  Tippecanoe. 

For  warm  are  his  feelings  and  strong  is  his  mind, 
To  the  suffering  poor  man  he  is  ever  kind, 

With  a  hand  that  is  open,  a  heart  that  is  true, 

The  poor  find  a  friend  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

Hurrah  for  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

The  honest  old  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

With  an  arm  that  is  strong,  and  a  heart  that  is  true 
The  choice  of  the  people  is  Tippecanoe. 

The  people  are  rising  throughout  the  broad  west,  V 
At  the  name  of  the  man  who  had  served  them  the 
best, 


124  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


In  battle,  in  council,  and  everywhere  true, 

As  the  steel  of  his  good  sword,  is  Tippecanoe. 

Ye  farmers,  arouse  !  put  your  hands  to  the  plough, 
Your  country  is  calling,  and  will  ye  fail  now, 

With  one  at  your  head  who  defeat  never  knew  1 
Come  join  the  brave  army  of  Tippecanoe. 

Hurrah  !  for  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

The  honest  old  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

With  an  arm  that  is  strong,  and  a  heart  that  is  true, 
The  people  will  conquer  with  Tippecanoe. 

Come,  all  who  are  honest  and  wish  to  be  free, 

From  the  bank  of  the  river,  the  shore  of  the  sea  ; 

As  the  leaves  on  the  trees  are  his  followei's  true, 
And  who  would  not  follow  Old  Tippecanoe  % 

Come,  up  with  the  Buckeye,  the  pride  of  the  west, 
Come,  up  with  brave  Harry,  of  leaders  the  best, 
With  Tyler,  the  statesman,  who’s  honest  and  true, 
And  the  battle  is  won  by  Old  Tippecanoe. 

Hurrah  !  for  the  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

The  fearless  old  farmer  of  Tippecanoe, 

With  an  arm  that  is  strong,  and  a  heart  that  is  true, 
Van  Buren’s  successor  is  Tippecanoe. 


THE  HARRISON  BANNER. 

Tune — “  The  star-spangled  banner.” 

Arouse,  sons  of  freedom,  ye  patriots  arouse, 

Come  forth  to  the  rescue  and  manfully  tender, 
On  eibeutt’s  altar,  a  patriot’s  vows 

To  her  and  your  country’s  heroic  defender. 
Arouse  and  proclaim 
His  time  honoured  name, 

And  mingle  with  liberty  Harrison's  fame  ; 

And  the  Harrison  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O’er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  125 

When  the  minions  of  Britain  invaded  our  land, 
And  led  on  their  cohorts  in  ravage  and  plunder, 
’Twas  then  that  old  Buckeye  assumed  the  command, 
And  greeted  the  ears  with  American  thunder. 

He  met  the  proud  foe, 

And  returned  blow  for  blow, 

Till  the  lion  of  England  in  anguish  crouched  low, 
And  the  American  Eagle  in  triumph  did  wave 
O’er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

Bear  witness  his  valour,  famed  Tippecanoe, 

Let  Fort  Meigs  re-echo  the  chivalrous  story, 

And  Thames,  from  thy  waters  reflected,  renew 
What  occurred  on  thy  banks  to  his  immortal  glory. 
The  British  retreat 
From  certain  defeat, 

The  victory  of  freemen  o’er  slaves  is  complete, 
And  Harrison’s  banner  in  triumph  doth  wave 
O’er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

The  veteran  chieftain,  Republicans’  choice, 

Is  called  by  the  wise  and  the  good  of  our  nation, 
To  receive  from  the  people’s  omnipotent  voice, 

The  highest  of  honours,  and  earth’s  proudest  sta- 
tion  ; 

Then  freemen  unite, 

Prepare  for  the  fight, 

And  Heaven  will  prosper  the  cause  of  the  right, 
And  the  Harrison  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave, 
O’er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


THE  HARRISON  GATHERING. 

Tune — “  Macgregor’s  Gathering 
The  moon’s  on  the  lake  and  the  mist’s  on  the  brae, 
And  our  cause  has  a  name  that  grows  dearer  each 
day, 


126 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Then  gather,  gather,  gather,  for  Tippecanoe  ! 

Our  signal  for  fight,  when  the  long  knife  we  drew, 
Was  heard  at  the  dawn  in  our  vengeful  halloo, 
When  we  foughtand  we  conquered  at  Tippecanoe. 
Our  once  happy  mountains,  our  plains  and  our 
bowers, 

Our  rulers  have  envied  because  they  were  ours  : 

But  we’ll  ne’er  give  them  up  while  we’ve  Tippecanoe. 
Though  doomed  to  distress  by  those  arrogant  lords, 
Whose  will  is  more  cruel  than  firebrands  or  swords, 
We’ll  rout  them  and  flout  them  with  Tippecanoe  ! 
Would  they  chase  us  to  ruin  and  hunt  us  with  beagles, 
For  that  is  their  fashion,  we’ll  let  loose  our  eagles 
That  live  in  the  cabin  of  Tippecanoe. 

While  there’s  leaf  in  the  forest,  or  foam  on  the  river, 
His  laurels  despite  them  will  flourish  forever ! 

Then  gather,  gather,  gather,  for  Tippecanoe  ! 


THE  PEOPLE  ARE  COMING. 

Air — “  The  star-spangled  banner.” 

The  people  are  coming — Van  Buren  is  down, 

Let  a  loud  shout  of  triumph  be  heard  in  our  town  ; 
Tom  Benton  is  beaten  and  Amos  is  loo’d, 

The  “pip”  and  “blind  staggers”  have  reached  the 
whole  brood ; 

Huzza,  then,  huzza !  mid  the  cannon’s  loud  roar, 
Let’s  resolve  to  be  ruled  by  Van  Buren  no  more. 

The  people  are  coming — oh,  Matty,  beware, 

The  people  are  coming — oh,  Amos,  take  care! 

Tom  Benton  and  Fanny  and  Silas  Wright,  too, 
The  people  are  coming  to  take  care  of  you : 

Huzza,  then,  huzza !  from  the  lakes  to  sea  shore, 
Let’s  resolve  to  be  ruled  by  the  Locos  no  more. 

Old  Honesty’s  coming  your  whole  crew  to  rout, 
The  people  have  called  him  to  help  turn  you  out, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  127 


He’s  one  of  the  people — he’s  honest  and  true, 
Whig,  Loco,  or  Neutral  can’t  say  that  of  you . 
Huzza,  then,  huzza ! — to  the  rescue  once  more, 
Such  scampering  of  Locos  was  ne’er  seen  before. 

Old  Honesty’s  coming  to  take  the  command 
Of  the  ship  Constitution,  and  bring  her  to  land  ; 
The  whole  Kitchen  Cabinet  will  be  set  ashore, 
And  Matty  and  Kendall  be  heard  of  no  more. 
Huzza,  then,  huzza  !  once  more  let  us  qheer ; 
With  such  a  commander  we’ve  nothing  to  fear. 


TIPPECANOE. 

A  PARODY  ON  HOHENL1NDEN. 

On  Wabash,  when  the  sun  withdrew, 
And  chill  November's  tempest  blew, 
Dark  rolled  thy  waves,  Tippecanoe, 
Amidst  that  lonely  solitude. 

Where  all  was  silence,  save  the  howl 
Of  wintry  blast  or  boding  owl, 

Of  savage  yell,  as  they  would  prowl 
In  that  unbroken  wilderness. 

But  Wabash  saw  another  sight ; 

A  martial  host  in  armour  bright, 
Encamped  upon  the  shore  that  night, 
And  lighted  up  her  scenery  ! 

A  favoured  spot  that  chieftain  chose, 
For  weary  soldiers  to  repose, 

But  not  to  sleep,  least  wily  foes 
Should  creep  upon  them  stealthily. 

But  ere  the  rays  of  morning  light 
Dispell’d  the  shades  of  ebon  night, 
The  silent  arrow  sped  the  flight 
Of  death,  to  every  sentinel. 


128  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Then  rang  the  shores  with  savage  yell : 
Then  echoed  every  hill  and  dell, 

And  furious  as  the  fiends  of  hell 
Rushed  forth  the  savage  enemy. 

To  arms  they  flew,  and  quick  arrayed, 

Each  warrior  drew  his  battle  blade, 

While  clamorous  drum  and  trumpet  brayed, 
To  wake  the  dreadful  revelry. 

Come  on,  their  chieftain  cried,  ye  brave, 

We  fight  for  victory  or  a  grave ! 

Wave,  Freedom  !  thy  proud  banners  wave  ! 
And  charge  with  all  thy  chivalry  ! 

Then  shook  the  earth  with  cannons’  roar ; 
Then  freemen  rolled  in  freemen’s  gore ; 
While  hungry  havoc  cried  for  more, 

And  waved  his  plume  o’er  massacre. 

Brave  Owens  there  and  Daveiss  fell, 

The  war-whoop  was  their  funeral  knell, 
They  need  no  monument  to  tell 
Their  unexampled  bravery. 

’Tis  morn  !  the  dreadful  strife  is  done. 

Hail  to  the  gallant  HARRISON  ! 

Who  often  fought  and  ever  won 
The  glorious  wreath  of  victory. 


THE  FIRST  GUN. 

“  Coming  events  cast  tlieir  shadows  before.” 

Aik — “  Star-spangled  banner 
The  annual  election  for  charter  officers  in  the  city  of 
PITTSBURG,  took  place  on  Monday,  13th  Jan.,  and  the 
result  is  a  clear  sweep  for  Harrison  !  Democratic  Harri¬ 
son  majority,  726! 

Oh !  who  does  not  see,  in  this  heart-cheering  ray 
That  pierces  the  heart  of  malign  domination, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  129 

A  sign  that  foretells  with  precision  the  day 

When  Columbia  shall  rise  from  her  low  degrada¬ 
tion — 

When  the  spoil-hunting  race  shall  be  foiled  in  the 
chase, 

The  Kinderhook  Quack  hide  his  head  in  disgrace, 
And  the  starry  Whig  banner  triumphantly  wave 
“  O’er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the 
brave.” 

O’er  the  city  of  Pitt,  mid  the  eagle’s  own  hills, 
Where  many  a  patriot-bosom  is  burning, 

What  is  that  which  gives  Tories  such  horrible  chills, 
And  to  which  all  Whig  eyes  are  in  “  fine  frenzy” 
turning  ? 

Say,  what  is  that  sight,  which  fills  V an  with  affright. 

And  makes  all  his  vassals  the  nether  lip  bite  1 
’Tis  the  HARRISON  BANNER !— And  soon 
’twill  be  waved 

O’er  a  whole  state  redeemed  J  o’er  a  great  na¬ 
tion  saved  ! 

All  hail  the  proud  Key  Stone  ! — she  fired  the  first 
gun 

For  the  old  “DECLARATION,”  blood-sealed 
by  the  martyr ; 

And  now  she  is  first  to  declare  for  the  son 

Of  the  sire,  whose  own  hand  signed  that  dear 
cherished  charter. 

Her  first  gun  has  roar’d  for  the  hero  whose  sword 

Sprang  quick  from  the  scabbard,  and  ne’er  was  re¬ 
stored  [yield, 

’Till  victory  smiled  ! — For  though  brave  men  oft 
He  never  surrendered — He  ne’er  lost  a  field. 

Let  the  Swartwouis  and  Prices  who,  year  after 
year,  [treasure, 

Have  fed  on  “  the  spoils”  and  waxed  rich  on  our 

9 


130  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

At  Harrison’s  “  poverty”  throw  out  the  sneer, 

And  heap  on  the  veteran  abuse  without  measure  : 

The  wretch  that  defames,  does  but  strengthen  the 
claims 

Of  the  hero  of  Tippecanoe  and  the  Thames, 

And  freshen  the  laurels,  which  none  sought  to 
bruise, 

Till  ’ twas  found  that  their  greenness  gave 
Marlin  the  blues  ! 

When  asked  “  Who  is  Harrison  1” — thus  can  we 
boast : — 

“  He  is  one  of  the  glorious  signers’  descendants,” 

The  son  of  a  man  who  pledged  all  he  loved  most, — 
“  Life,  fortune,  and  honour”  for  prized  Indepen¬ 
dence  ! 

In  Washington’s  breast  a  warm  place  he  pos¬ 
sessed — 

With  Jefferson’s, — Madison’s  love  he  was 
blessed — 

Let  Proctor,  and  others,  who  felt  his  tight  grip, 
Tell  the  rest  of  the  tale  of  our  gallant  Old  Tip. 

May  the  ship  that  gets  snagged  ever  find — what 
she’ll  need, 

A  “ petticoat”  ample  to  plug  up  the  cranny  ; — 

And  ay  may  these  states,  when  in  pain  to  be  freed 
From  a  monster  that  gnaws  find  a  competent 
“granny,” 

A  practical  hand,  from  that  obstetric  band, 

To  which  “ granny ”  WAYNE  winked  the  word 
of  command, 

And  put  both  the  red -shins  and  red  -coats  “  to  bed,” 
With  a  gunpowder  sweat  and  a  bolus  of  lead ! 

The  “log  cabin  candidate,” — “ poor,”  we  allow, 

But  Honest,  and  skilled  in  the  farmer  s  vocation, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  131 

Has  put  his  hard  fist  to  the  national  plough, 

And  will  root  out  the  IJpas  that  curses  the  nation ! 

Let  every  true  friend  of  his  country  extend 

His  aid  to  the  ploughman  and  sage  ot  North  Bend, 

And  this  be  our  shout,  as  the  ball  proudly  rolls, 

“  On,  patriots,  on  !” — To  the  poles  ! — TO 
THE  POLLS! 

RESTORATION  OF  PROSPERITY. 

Tune — “  Rosin  the  bow.” 

Come,  all  ye  brave  boys  of  the  nation, 

Who  stick  to  your  country  so  true  ; 

Come  give  us  a  warm  approbation, 

And  vote  for  Old  Trppecanoe. 

Of  the  little  Magician  we’re  tired, 

And  of  the  Sub-treasury  too ; 

We’ll  scout  him,  the  people  are  fired 
With  love  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

When  Martin  was  housed  like  a  chattel, 

Opposed  to  the  war  as  you  know, 

Our  hero  was  foremost  in  battle, 

And  conquered  at  Tippecanoe. 

The  fame  of  our  Hero  grows  wider, 

And  spreads  the  whole  continent  through ; 

Then  fill  up  a  mug  of  hard  cider, 

And  drink  to  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  soldier  who  shared  in  the  glory, 

Can  tell  what  our  Hero  did  do; 

Of  the  Thames,  a  beautiful  story, 

Still  better  of  Tippecanoe. 

We  hear  many  thousand  good  farmers , 

United  together  so  true, 


132  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Shout  loudly,  “  Van  Buren  will  harm  us, 
We’ll  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe.” 

To  bring  down  the  price  of  our  labour. 
Van  Buren  is  striving  to  do  ; 

Then  come  every  man  with  his  neighbour, 
And  vote  for  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  kitchen  of  filth  must  be  cleansed, 
And  every  thing  fitted  anew  ; 

And  all  the  materials  amended, 

Directed  by  Tippecanoe. 

And  now  in  the  month  of  November, 

The  people  together  will  go, 

To  turn  out  the  great  money  spender , 

And  put  in  Old  Tippecanoe. 

The  people  with  plenty  will  prosper, 

And  homewards  Van  Buren  will  go 

True  principles  then  we  will  foster, 
Through  President  Tippecanoe. 


“None  but  the  brave  deserve  the  fair.” 

“Heaven’s  last,  best  gift  to  man,”  will  always  honour  the 
gallant  defenders  of  our  homes  and  firesides. 

A  SONG, 

Written  for  the  Anniversary  of  our  National  Independence, 

1840, 

BY  A  LADY. 

Tune — “  Star-spang-led  banner 

Oh,  hark !  can  ye  tell,  through  the  cannon’s  loud 
roar, 

On  this  hallowed  morning — this  birth-day  of  glory, 
What  names  thro’  the  din  do  the  breezes  waft  o’er. 
What  patriot  or  statesman’s  the  theme  of  the  story. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  133 

Wow  it  fails  on  the  ear  in  accents  most  clear — 

’Tis  Harrison — Tyler — to  freemen  so  dear; 

’Tis  the  “  Log  Cabin”  Hero,  now  destined  to  save 
From  foulest  misrule  this  fair  “  home  of  the  brave.” 

From  our  cold  northern  lakes,  to  our  bright  south¬ 
ern  skies — 

Through  the  breadth  of  our  land,  we  resolve  to 
recover 

Our  once  boasted  liberty — dearly  bought  prize  ! — 
And  having  regained  it — watch  faithfully  over. 
Then  shout  with  one  voice,  let  the  nation  rejoice — 
That  Tippecanoe  is  the  people's  free  choice — 

The  Republican  Hero ,  now  called  on  to  save 
From  fraud  and  corruption,  this  “  home  of  the  brave.” 

And  when  Virtue  and  Truth  shall  again  hold  their 
sway 

In  our  Councils  of  State,  whence,  alas  !  they’ve 
been  driven, 

Our  hearts  will  exultingly  welcome  this  day — 

The  wonder  of  nations — the  favoured  of  heaven ! 
Then  act  with  one  soul,  as  ye  march  to  the  poll, 
And  your  names  for  the  chieftain  and  farmer  enroll,. 
And  the  flag  of  our  freedom  unsullied  shall  wave 
O’er  the  homes  of  our  fair  ones — who  honour  the 
brave. 


THE  HERO  OF  THE  THAMES. 
Tune — “  The  poachers 
Let  Loco-focos  rail  and  rant 
At  currency  and  banks ; 

We’re  sick  of  all  their  empty  cant. 

We  spurn  them  from  our  ranks. 

We  do  not  mind  their  silly  talk, 

Nor  heed  their  idle  claims  ; 


134  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

We’ll  make  the  whole  banditti  walk, 

With  our  Hero  of  the  Thames. 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys, 
The  Hero  of  the  Thames ! 

When  British  foes  assailed  our  land, 

And  hovered  on  our  coast, 

Pray  where  did  little  Matty  stand  1 
Why,  snug  behind — a  post ! 

A  post  and  place  were  all  his  thought, 

(At  the  spoils  alone  he  aims,) 

While  Harrison  our  battles  fought, 

And  conquered  on  the  Thames  ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys, 
The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

In  vain  the  red  coats  sought  to  win 
A  foothold  on  our  soil ; 

He  met  and  drove  them  back  again, 

And  saved  our  homes  from  spoil. 

Their  savage  allies  dared  no  more 
To  light  their  midnight  flames; 

Oh,  they  heard  the  deep-mouthed  cannon  roar 
Upon  the  river  Thames. 

Upon  the  river  Thames,  my  boys, 
Upon  the  river  Thames  ! 

Not  there  alone  did  Victory  fling 
Her  standard  to  the  sky  ! 

The  Prophet’s  town,  the  bard  may  sing, 
Which  saw  the  red  coat  fly. 

Though  if  Maumee  her  laurels  shed, 

Fort  Meigs  her  trophy  claims, 

Where  many  a  gallant  soldier  bled 
With  the  Hero  of  the  Thames ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys, 
The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  135 

When  Peace  displayed  her  flag  of  white, 

And  hushed  the  bloody  strife, 

Who  then,  victorious  from  the  fight, 

Withdrew  to  humble  life  1 

No  lust  of  power,  no  love  of  gold, 

No  selfish,  sordid  aims, 

Could  ever  for  a  moment  hold 
The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys. 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

And  there  he  stood  behind  his  plough, 

And  drove  his  “  team  a-field,” 

Content  with  rural  honours  now, 

And  what  his  farm  might  yield. 

The  Buckeye  falls  beneath  his  hand, 

His  skill  the  soil  reclaims  ; 

He  li  ves  the  tiller  of  the  land, 

Though  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys, 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

But  hark !  our  bleeding  country  cries 
For  vengeance  and  reform  ; 

The  Patriot  Farmer  greets  our  eyes, 

And  every  heart  grows  warm  ; 

Our  candidate  he  hears  the  call — 

“  I’m  ready  /”  he  exclaims, 

Then  speed  him  !  hail  him,  one  and  all ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys, 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames  ! 

Then  let  us  hang  our  banners  out, 

And  spread  them  to  the  breeze  ; 

The  spoilers  we  will  put  to  rout, 

And  do  it,  too,  with  ease  ; 


136  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Then  let  us  all  like  brothers  be, 

And  “  Unionists”  our  names  ! 

Huzza,  huzza !  for  victory, 

With  the  Hero  of  the  Thames ! 

The  Hero  of  the  Thames,  my  boys* 
The  Hero  of  the  Thames ! 


LOST  HOPES. 

Tune — “  The  last  rose  of  summer •** 

’Tis  the  last  Loco-foco 
Left  weeping  alone ; 

All  his  loafer  companions 
Are  vanished  and  gone. 

No  old  friend  is  near  him. 

No  Conservative  nigh, 

To  muse  on  his  sorrows, 

Or  give  sigh  for  sigh. 

We  must  leave  thee,  thou  lone  one. 
In  Tammany  Hall, 

Till  Moore  and  Cambreling 
The  people  recall. 

Soon  Martin  will  follow 
His  friendship’s  decay  ; 

From  the  White  House  departing, 
His  hopes  pass  away. 

Since  the  party  is  withered, 

Its.  leaders  all  gone, 

Oh,  who  would  inhabit 
Saint  Tammany  alone  7 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  137 

HARK  TO  THE  WARNING. 

Tune — “  The  hunter’s  chorus 

All  praise  to  the  Hero,  the  Statesman,  and  Farmer, 
As  threefold  his  title  be  threefold  his  fame ; 

The  strong  arm  is  stronger,  the  warm  heart  is  warmer, 
When  touched  by  the  magic  of  Harrison’s  name. 
Hark  !  to  the  warning — a  nation  has  spoken — 

It  rolls  from  the  mountain — it  springs  from  the 
plain  : 

“Down  with  the  spoilers,  their  trust  they  have  broken, 
And  up  with  the  standard  of  Freedom  again !” 

He  calls  on  the  wealthy  whose  store  he  protected, 
The  poor  man  whose  pittance  he  laboured  to  save ; 
The  patriot,  who  frowns  not  on  merit  neglected, 
The  soldier,  who  honours  the  noble  and  brave  ! 

Hark !  to  the  warning,  &c. 

By  the  toils  and  the  dangers  that  sadden  his  story, 
By  the  blood  that  he  poured  with  the  blood  of  the 
foe; 

By  the  homes  that  he  fought  for,  his  triumphs,  his 
glory, 

He  calls  us  to  aid  him,  to  strike  the  last  blow  ! 

Hark  !  to  the  warning,  &c. 

Then  up  at  his  call — speed  the  plough  my  good 
neighbours, 

To  the  fields  so  long  barren,  all  eagerly  come  ; 
Soon  autumn  shall  yield  the  reward  of  our  labours, 
And  the  land  shall  be  glad  with  its  new  harvest 
home. 

Hark !  to  the  warning,  &c. 

Then  shout  to  the  hero,  and  forth  swell  the  chorus, 
More  loud  than  the  war-whoop  that  died  at  his 
voice ; 


138  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Till  the  agents  of  ruin  fly  trembling  before  us, 

And  the  country  redeemed,  at  their  downfall  re¬ 
joice  ! 

Hark !  to  the  warning,  &c. 


THE  PATRIOT  CHIEF. 

Tune—  “  Hail  to  the  Chief.” 

Hail  to  the  chief  wreathed  in  victory’s  chaplet ! 

Hail  him  who  triumphed  in  battle’s  fell  din ! 

Now  to  the  rescue  advances  the  patriot, 

Called  from  his  plough  civic  garlands  to  win. 
Our  land  aroused  at  length, 

Puts  forth  her  giant  strength  ; 

Liberty’s  altars  are  rousing  their  flames  ; 
Spoilsmen  and  collar  men, 

Cowering  now  tremble  when 
They  think  of  the  Tippecanoe  and  the  Thames. 
Columbia  is  bowed  by  the  yoke  of  the  tyrant, 

That  scattered  her  wealth  and  her  fame  to  the  wind ; 
She  loathes  and  condemns  every  pampered  aspirant, 
Who  pilfers  her  gold,  his  own  fortunes  to  mend. 
Up  then  your  banner  rear, 

High  in  the  heaven’s  free  air ; 

Its  folds  are  blazoned  with  patriot  names. 

Let  no  base  traitor’s  fame, 

Bring  its  bright  stars  to  shame, 

The  banner  of  Tippecanoe  and  the  Thames. 

Long  have  we  paused  for  some  wholesome  reaction, 
Listing  the  siren  that  sung  of  reform  ; 

Till  the  doom  will  be  sealed  of  our  country’s  destruc¬ 
tion, 

Unless  we  arouse  and  redeem  her  by  storm. 

Let’s  all  the  traitors  spurn, 

Let  every  bosom  burn, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  139 


Love  for  his  country  each  patriot  inflames  ; 

Then  send  the  war  cry  round, 

Till  echo  swells  the  sound, 

“  The  hero  of  Tippecanoe  and  the  Thames.” 

Come  to  the  rescue,  ye  sons  of  the  heroes, 

Who  bared  their  breasts  in  our  country’s  first 
wars ; 

Curse  not  the  bosoms  in  which  their  rich  blood  flows, 
Shame  not  their  gift  of  the  stripes  and  the  stars  ; 
Swear  that  their  legacy, 

Shall  float  ever  free, 

Long  as  their  offspring  shall  bear  their  proud 
names, 

And  stand  by  the  veteran, 

Time-honoured  Haiuiisojt, 

The  hero  of  Tippecanoe  and  the  Thames. 


SONG  OF  THE  WHIG. 

Tune — “  Remember  the  day  when  Erin’s  proud  glory.” 
Remember  the  day  when  our  banner  unfurled, 

Like  a  sun-burst  of  glory,  first  flashed  to  the  world  ; 
When  the  spirits  of  Washington,  Jefferson,  breathed, 
And  the  blades  of  the  patriot  band  were  unsheathed ; 
A  Whig  was  the  cry 
That  went  up  to  the  sky  ! 

Oh !  yet  may  that  name,  like  a  billow  of  flame 
Roll  onward,  till  tyranny’s  form 
Lies  prostrate  and  cold,  as  it  weltered  of  old, 

When  freedom  directed  the  storm. 

Ye  Whigs  !  shall  those  spirits  still  breathe  on  us  now, 
And  nerve  every  heart  and  illume  every  brow  1 
Shall  the  memory  of  those  in  our  bright  land  expire, 
And  tyranny  scatter  its  patriot  fire  1 
While  Ohio’s  own  star 
W  aves  on  from  afar — 


140  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

While  the  glory  of  Harrison,  Shelby,  and  Clay, 
Like  rainbows  of  victory  shine — 

We  will  hallow  each  name, we  will  cherish  their  fame, 
And  gather  round  Liberty’s  shrine  ! 

We  have  sworn  it  when  traitors  were  forging  our 
chains, 

’Tis  a  cause  rendered  holy  by  patriot  veins ; 

The  oath  is  recorded  by  bright  hands  above — 

’Tis  enshrined  in  each  freeman’s  unchangeable  love ; 
And  “  A  Whig”  is  the  cry  ! 

Let  it  ring  to  the  sky — 

While  we  march  for  our  fires  and  the  graves  of  our 
sires 

O’er  a  land  by  their  ancestors  trod — 

With  our  banner  unrolled,  each  heart  free  and  bold — 
Reliance  on  justice  and  God  ! 


TO  THE  STRAITS  THAT  FEED  LAKE  ERIE. 

Tune — “  Long  time  ago.” 

To  the  straits  that  feed  Lake  Erie, 

Long  time  ago  ! 

Came  a  band  of  hunters  weary, 

From  down  below. 

There  they  built  themselves  “  log  cabins,” 

Mid  ice  and  snow, 

Where  they  lived  content  as  rabbins. 

Long  time  ago ! 

Fortune  smiled  upon  their  labour, 

Long  time  ago  ! 

Till  red  war,  with  deadly  sabre, 

Laid  their  hopes  low. 

Then  a  traitor *  did  deceive  them. 

With  martial  show, 

*  Gen.  Hull,  who  basely  surrendered  to  the  British  at 
Detroit. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  141 


Saying  that  he  would  relieve  them, 
Long  time  ago ! 

To  the  enemy  he  sold  them, 

Long  time  ago  ! 

’Twas  heart-rending  to  behold  them, 
Then  in  their  woe  ! 

Mothers  saw  their  daughters  flying 
From  ruthless  foe ; 

Sisters  saw  their  brothers  dying, 

Long  time  ago ! 

Savages  with  hideous  yellings, 

Long  time  ago  ! 

Danced  around  their  blazing  dwellings 
In  the  flame’s  glow  ! 

Misery  seemed  still  to  lend  them 
New  griefs,  when  lo  ! 

Harrison  came  to  defend  them, 

Long  time  ago  ! 

Then  rose  the  shouts  of  gladness, 
Long  time  ago  ! 

,  Smiles  succeeded  sighs  and  sadness — 
Tears  ceased  to  flow  ! 
t?  Soon  the  tyrant’s  legions  vanished, 
Like  summer  snow  ! 

And  the  mother’s  tears  were  banished, 
Long  time  ago ! 

Will  they  whom  he  thus  defended. 
Long  time  ago ! 

Leave  the  hero  now  unfriended  ? 

Oh,  no,  not  so. 

Gratefully  their  word  is  tendered, 

Next  fall  to  show, 

They  forget  not  service  rendered 
Long  time  ago  I 


142  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

OUR  OWN  HARRISON. 

Tune — “  The  star-spangled  banner.” 

Oh,  say,  who  is  he,  through  the  forest  so  dark, 

With  his  warrior  legions  advancing  to  battle? 
Where  the  yell  of  the  savage  re-echoes — and  hark  ! 
Where  the  death  dealing  strokes  of  their  rifle 
balls  rattle, 

What  is  it  they  fear  ? — ’tis  his  name  that  they  hear. 
With  the  cry  of  revenge  for  the  blood  of  the  dear ; 
’Tis  the  name  of  our  Harrison — long  will  it  flame 
In  letters  of  light  on  the  banner  of  Fame ! 

How  piercing  the  shriek,  uttered  thrillingly  wild, 
From  the  heart  of  the  mother,  in  agony  swelling, 
As  she  mourns  the  sad  fate  of  her  innocent  child 
Torn  from  her,  while  biazens  her  desolate  dwelling ! 
Who  soothes  her  alarms,  and  her  wretchedness  calms, 
And  restores,  gSyly  smiling,  her  babe  to  her  arms? 
Oh,  say,  ’tis  our  Harrison — long  will  his  name 
Float  in  letters  of  light  on  the  banner  of  Fame ! 

Rouse  !  rouse !  to  the  battle  !  remember  your  sires  ; 
Their  fame  is  immortal,  and  how  they  have  gained 
it  ? 

They  fought  for  their  rights,  and  their  own  house¬ 
hold  fires, 

And  the  blood  of  a  fallen  foe  never  has  stained  it. 
Let  our  enemies  feel,  at  our  charge  as  they  reel, 
That  the  vanquished  are  safe  from  American  steel ! 
Who  spake  thus  ?  Our  Harrison — long  may  his 
name  * 

Float  in  letters  of  light  on  the  banner  of  F ame ! 

The  war-cry  is  hushed,  and  the  struggle  is  o’er ; 

No  longer  in  strife  are  the  bayonets  gleaming; 
For  gallantly  far  on  the  sea  and  the  shore, 

Is  the  star-spangled  banner  in  victory  streaming ; 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  143 

And  changes  he  now,  the  sharp  sword  for  the  plough, 
But  green  still  the  laurel  that  circles  his  brow  ! 
Then  huzza  !  ’tis  our  Harrison — long  will  his 
name 

Float  in  letters  of  light  on  the  banner  of  fame ! 


KNOW  YE  THE  LAND  1 

Tune — “  Know  ye  the  land  where  the  cypress  and  myrtle  ?” 
Know  ye  the  land  where  defaulting  and  thieving 
By  Swartwouts  in  office  are  done  every  day ; 
Where  party  men  vie  in  the  art  of  deceiving 
And  then  cap  the  climax  by  running  away  ? 

Know  ye  the  land  of  the  vault  and  the  key. 

Where  the  vault  is  unclosed  and  money  left  free 
To  be  pilfered  and  spent  through  the  vigilant  care 
Of  collectors  and  agents  whom  party  put  there  1 

Where  reform  is  a  by-word,  retrenchment  a  dream, 
Corruption  the  practice  and  plunder  the  scheme ; 
Where  a  kitchen  cabal  or  a  caucus  in  drill, 

Dares  proclaim  its  own  voice  as  a  free  people’s  will! 

Know  ye  the  land  where  Sub-Treasurers  riot 
Like  an  army  of  rats  when  the  cat  is  away, 
Where  the  cash  of  the  people  is  stolen  in  quiet, 
And  nothing  is  left  but  to  whistle  for  pay  1 

’Tis  the  land  of  our  fathers,  ’tis  America’s  soil, 
Where  liberty’s  price  was  blood,  treasures,  and  toil ; 
’Tis  the  land  that  was  freed  and  by  Washington 
won, 

Where  deeds  so  disgraceful  are  openly  done. 

Let  a  people  oppressed  arise  in  their  might, 

Avenge  their  own  wrongs  and  contend  for  the  right ; 
Dispell  the  deep  gloom  overspreading  the  land, 
With  boldness  of  heart  and  with  vigour  of  hand  ! 


144  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

COME  TO  THE  CONTEST. 

Tune — “  The  old  oaken  bucket 

Come  on  to  the  contest — the  call  is  loud  ringing; 

Each  son  of  the  Key  Stone,  the  call  is  to  you ; 
The  foe  all  his  forces  to  action  is  bringing, 

The  battle-field  soon  will  arise  to  your  view. 
Then  say,  “  are  you  ready,”  and  wait  to  receive  it, 
The  shock  which  the  freeman  must  shortly  repel ; 
Right  onward  !  your  aid!  every  true  son  will  give  it, 
And  vote  for  the  F armer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well! 

The  hard-fisted  Farmer, 

The  honest  old  Farmer! 

We  go  for  the  Farmer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well ! 

We  want  no  new  workmen — no  experimenting 
On  the  blood-hallowed  spot  where  our  forefathers 
fought ; 

We’ll  keep  the  old  path,  and  there’ll  be  no  repenting, 
And  we’ll  ever  remember  good  lessons  when 
taught. 

Then  away  in  your  pride,  for  the  Farmer  presiding, 
Let  the  note  of  approval  in  loud  concert  swell, 
And  his  foes  may  in  vain  still  persist  in  deriding, 
We’ll  vote  for  the  Farmer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well ! 

The  hard-fisted  Farmer, 

The  honest  old  Farmer  ! 

We  go  for  the  Farmer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well! 

Van  Buren  and  Kendall  in  vain  with  their  legions 
Would  vanquish  the  free  in  the  land  of  their  birth, 
And  they’ll  hear  in  loud  thunder  that  these  are  the 
regions 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  145 

Where  no  tribute  is  paid  save  the  tribute  to  worth ! 

That  tribute  is  due,  and  we’re  going  to  pay  it, 

And  soon  shall  they  hear  the  glad  triumph-tone 
swell ! 

On  the  ninth  of  October,  we’ll  no  longer  delay  it, 
But  vote  for  the  Farmer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well ! 

The  hard-fisted  Farmer, 

The  honest  old  Farmer  ! 

We’ll  vote  for  the  Farmer  that’s  worked  the  farm 
well ! 


OUR  HERO  FARMER. 

Tune — “  Yankee  doodle .” 

The  Hero  Farmer  is  the  man 
The  Buckeye  boys  delight  in  ; 

He’ll  renovate  our  state  affairs, 

And  be  the  man  for  fighting. 

Hero  Farmer,  boys  hurrah, 

Log  cabins  and  hard  cider ; 

We’ll  sing  and  vote  for  Harrison, 
And  make  our  circle  wider. 

Van  calls  him  Granny  Petticoats, 

We  do  not  care  for  this,  sir  ;1 

He’ll  rid  the  nation  of  its  rogues, 

A  granny,  then,  he  is,  sir. 

Hero  Farmer,  &c. 

Let  Matty  come  with  all  his  host, 

And  office-holding  crew,  sir ; 

We’ll  march  up  to  the  ballot-box, 

And  show  that  we  are  true,  sir. 

Hero  Farmer,  See. 


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146  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

We’ll  wager  now  a  cider  cup, 

And  bring  it  on  the  table, 

Since  Yankee  boys  have  started  up, 

To  beat  them  we  are  able. 

Hero  Farmer,  &c. 

Columbia’s  freedom  is  assailed; 

The  people  still  are  brothers ; 

The  government  has  nearly  failed, 

It  must  be  worked  by  others. 

Hero  Farmer,  &c. 


THE  BRAVE  OLD  CHIEF. 

Air — “  The  brave  old  oak.” 

A  song  to  the  Chief,  the  brave  old  Chief, 

Who  hath  ruled  in  our  hearts  so  long, 

Here’s  fame  and  renown  to  his  laurel  crown, 

That  binds  our  affections  strong ; 

There  was  strength  in  his  blow,  many  years  ago, 
And  honour  has  long  been  his  due, 

For  he  showed  his  might  in  the  deep  midnight, 

On  the  field  of  old  Tippecanoe  ! 

Then  sing  to  the  Chief,  the  brave  old  Chief, 
Who  fires  every  heart  anew, 

And  honoured  be  he,  by  the  brave  and  free, 
Who  conquered  at  Tippecanoe! 

He  ruled  these  fair  climes,  in  the  fearful  times, 
When  the  Indian’s  fiendish  howl, 

Was  heard  in  the  wood,  where  the  log  cabin  stood, 
Exposed  to  his  nightly  prowl; 

On  him  we  relied,  our  hope  and  our  pride, 

And  we  banished  our  needless  fear ; 

Then  hail  him  with  cheers,  for  hundreds  of  years, 
The  Chief  to  our  bosoms  dear. 

Then  sing  to  the  Chief,  &c. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  147 

The  brave  old  Chief,  who  brought  us  relief, 

In  the  time  of  our  sorest  need, 

Exalt  we  his  name,  to  the  summit  of  fame, 

For  glory’s  his  well-earned  meed  ; 

If  the  people  inquire,  for  the  Kinderhook  Squire, 
And  the  fate  of  his  Tory  clan, 

We’ll  reply  they  are  dead,  in  their  sour-krout  laid, 
To  make  room  for  a  much  better  man. 

Then  sing  to  the  Chief,  &c. 


{HARRISON  AND  LIBERTY. 

Tune — “  Yankee  doodle 

For  Harrison-  and  Liberty 
Let  every  Freeman  shout,  sirs  ; 

Let’s  meet  Van  Buren  at  the  polls, 

And  turn  the  Despot  out,  sirs  ’ 

For  Harrison  then  keep  it  up, 

For  Harrison  and  Law ,  sirs; 

Too  long  we  have  to  despots  bowed, 
Now  Freedom's  sword  we  draw,  sirs 

When  war’s  destructive  blast  came  on. 

Oh,  where  was  Harrison,  sirs  ? 

'  His  country’s  annals  well  can  show 
How  he  the  battles  won,  sirs. 

For  Harrison,  &c. 

No  more  we’ll  trust  to  cabbage  heads. 

Or  Kinderhook  physicians ; 

No  more  we’ll  bow  to  cabinets 
Of  fox-like  sly  magicians. 

For  Harrison,  &c. 

We  call  the  Hero  from  the  plough, 

In  Freedom's  cause  to  cheer  us ; 

The  kitchen  cabinet  must  go, 

And  Van  himself  must  fear  us. 

For  Harrison,  &c. 


148  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


We  strike  in  Freedom's  holy  cause, 
’Gainst  those  who  would  enslave  us ; 
And  lo  !  our  Cincinnatus  comes, 

From  Goth  and  Van  to  save  us. 

For  Harrison,  &c. 


THE  AMERICAN  FLAG  AND  HARRISON. 

Tune — “ Sparkling  and  bright.” 

See  in  the  light  of  glory  bright, 

Each  star  and  stripe  proudly  beaming, 

Our  flag  once  more  unfurled  to  the  war, 

To  the  breeze  of  reform  now  streaming. 

Your  goblets  fill  with  a  free  good  wili, 

To  the  Chief  renewed  in  story, 

Pledge  your  faith  to  him  on  the  beaker’s  brim. 
To  speed  him  onward  to  glory. 

Oh  !  that  he  might  arrest  the  blight 
Destroying  our  dominions, 

Yet  first  awhile  he  must  beguile 
The  spoiler  of  his  minions. 

Your  goblets  fill,  &c. 

Our  hero  bright  will  stop  the  wight, 

And  all  his  friends  shall  leave  him, 

And  every  one,  for  our  Harrison, 

With  loud  huzzas  shall  grieve  him. 

Your  goblets  fill,  &c. 

When  high  in  state,  we’ll  place  elate. 

By  his  side  our  flag  unwaved  ; 

Loud  be  our  cheers,  when  the  hero  for  vears 
Plants  that  flag  o’er  a  union  saved. 

Your  goblets  fill,  &c. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  149 


THE  LOUNGER’S  LAMENT. 

Tune— “  The  Exile  nf  Erin.” 

There  stood  by  the  polls  a  poor  heart-broken  lounger, 
No  hope  fired  his  eye,  for  his  bosom  was  chill, 
Bewailing  the  fate  of  his  party  in  danger, 

He  thought  of  the  days  when  it  stood  on  a  Hill. 
His  wild  heaving  breast  and  his  heart’s  sad  emotion 
Were  all  that  the  lounger  had  left  for  his  portion 
Of  glory  and  spoils,  to  repay  his  devotion, 

And  a  few  Extra  Globes  from  his  patron  saint, 
Blair. 

Sad,  sad  is  the  day,  cried  the  office-lorn  lounger, 

Oh,  once  to  the  custom-house  always  I’d  flee ; 
And  there  seek  a  refuge  in  Jesse's  own  manger, 

For  spouters  and  editors,  hungry  like  me; 

Oh,  never  again  in  the  Treasury  bowers, 

Long  kept  by  the  leaders  shall  I  loaf  off'  the  hours, 
For  the  Log  Cabin  boys  have  robbed  Van  of  his 
powers, 

And  he  heeds  not  to-day  the  poor  lounger’s  lament. 

Benton,  my  d&rling,  though  sad  and  forsaken, 

(  Dreaming  of  mint  drops — I  hear  thy  sad  roar  ; 
But  alas,  among  hard-handed  Whigs  I  awaken, 
And  mourn  for  the  Humbugs  that  cheat  them  no 
more. 

Oh,  merciless  fate,  wilt  thou  never  return  me 
To  my  office  of  ease,  where  the  feelings  that  burn  me 
Would  be  lost  if  the  weighers  that  gathered  to  teach 
me, 

Should  greet  me  again  as  they  greeted  before. 

Where’s  the  Sub-Treasury  ? — loved  scheme  of  Van 
Buren, — 

Woodbury,  and  Polk — they  weep  for  its  fall ; 


1.50  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

And  where  is  Buchanan,  the  sweet  and  alluring, 
Who  went  for  hard  money,  hard  prices  and  all. 
Oh,  Johnson  forsaken,  before  the  full  measure 
Of  woe  had  o’erflowed,  in  the  cup  of  our  pleasure, 
Once  sparkling  with  spoils,  the  victor’s  own  treasure. 
Kill  Tecumseh  again,  and  thy  glory  recall. 

But  oh,  my  old  leaders,  there’s  naught  in  suppressing. 
The  tears  that  my  own  saddened  memory  drew, 
For  the  people  they  heed  not  your  wiles  and  caress¬ 
ing, 

They’ve  sworn  their  allegiance  to  another  than 
you  ; 

They’re  sweeping  along  like  the  waves  of  the  ocean. 
And  voice  after  voice,  with  a  grateful  emotion, 

Is  joining  the  chorus  of  freemen’s  devotion, 

And  swelling  the  shout  of  Old  Tippecanoe ! 


THE  BATTLE  OF  THE  THAMES. 

Tune — “  The  battle  of  the  Nile.” 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  West,  arise, 

And  join  in  the  shout  of  the  patriot  throng  ; 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  West,  arise, 

And  let  F reedom’s  walls  re-echo  with  your  song. 
For  he  will  lead  us  on, 

Who  led  us  years  ago, 

When  he  trod  a  foreign  soil, 

Wreaking  vengeance  on  the  foe. 

And  the  Battle  of  the  Thames,  as  every  tongue  pro¬ 
claims, 

And  the  Battle  of  the  Thames,  as  every  tongue  pro¬ 
claims, 

Shall  ever  live  in  history,  in  poetry  and  song. 

Huzza  !  huzza  !  huzza  !  huzza  !  huzza,  boys, 
For  him  who  fought  for  us,  and  never  was  known 
to  yield. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  151 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  West,  arise, 

Your  brethren  of  the  East  are  arousing  in  their 
might ; 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  West,  arise, 

And  be  ready  now  to  aid  them  in  the  fight ; 

For  he  will  be  our  Chief, 

Who  when  danger  was  at  hand, 

To  the  frontier  brought  relief, 

With  his  gallant  western  band. 

And  the  Battle  of  the  Thames,  &c. 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  W est,  arise, 

Your  liberties  maintaining,  your  country  now  be¬ 
friend, 

Arise  !  arise  !  sons  of  the  West,  arise, 

And  gather  round  the  Farmer  of  North  Bend ; 

For  he  will  bring  us  aid, 

Who  was  aide  to  gallant  Wayne, 

When  the  Indian’s  yell  was  heard, 

From  every  hill  and  plain. 

And  the  Battle  of  the  Thames,  &c, 


GALLANT  WILLIE. 

'  Tune — “  Royal  Charlie.” 

There’s  news  from  all  parts  of  the  land. 
Will  make  the  Vans  look  silly  ; 

For  every  post  that  comes  to  hand 
Has  news  for  gallant  Willie. 

Come  o’er  the  plain, 

In  sun  or  in  rain, 

Or  if  the  road  be  hilly, 

Still  come  with  speed, 

True  to  your  creed, 

The  creed  of  gallant  Willie. 

Come  o’er  the  plain, 

.  In  sun  or  in  rain 


152  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


Be  ready,  be  steady, 

Come  once  and  again, 

From  slavery’s  bonds  our  hands  once  freed, 
We’ll  prosper  under  Willie. 

The  northern  states,  the  mountain  land, 

O’er  which  the  wind  blows  chilly, 

Have  long  since  boldly  ta’en  a  stand, 
Supporting  gallant  Willie. 

Come  o’er  the  plain,  &c. 

In  the  spreading  West  and  on  those  streams 
Where  grows  the  southern  lily, 

Reform  now  through  the  darkness  gleams, 
And  thousands  call  on  Willie. 

Come  o’er  the  plain,  &c. 

There’s  ne’er  a  lass  in  all  the  land, 

Unless  she’s  very  silly, 

Will  e’er  refuse  her  heart  or  hand, 

>  To  him  who  fights  for  Willie. 

Come  o’er  the  plain,  &c. 


THE  VICTORY  OF  TIPPECANOE. 

Tune — “  Star-spangled  banner.” 

No  voice  broke  the  silence — no  breath  stirred  the  air, 
And  the  moon  on  the  white  tents  shone  wan  as 
with  sorrow ; 

The  worn  soldier  slept — but  their  chieftain  stood 
there, 

And  watched  by  his  war-steed,  and  thought  of  the 
morrow. 

His  soul-lighted  eye  was  upraised  to  the  sky — 

“  In  the  dread  hour  of  battle,  oh  God,  be  Thou 
nigh  ! 

And  teach  us — to  Thee  and  our  country  still 
true — 

To  conquer  or  perish  at  Tippecanoe  !”. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  153 

But  hark !  there’s  a  footstep  falls  faint  on  the  ear  ! 

’Tis  the  sentinel’s  tread,  for  he  only  is  waking; 
Again  !  Now  a  shot !  Hal  the  Indian  is  here  ! 

“  Up  !  up  !  and  to  arms  !  for  the  war-cloud  is 
breaking  !” 

From  ravine  and  dell,  their  night-startling  yell 
Like  the  howling  of  fiends  on  thesleeper’searfell. 
“Up!  up! — to  your  God  and  your  country  be 
true, 

And  conquer  or  perish  at  Tippecanoe  !” 

“Up!  up!  and  to  arms!”  At  the  Hero’s  command, 
Each  stern  brow  was  knit,  and  each  bold  heart 
was  ready ; 

Upstarting,  their  tried  weapons  grasped  in  each 
hand — 

“  A  volley  !  Now  charge,  boys  !  be  ready  !  be 
steady  !” 

Their  chief,  he  was  there,  amid  thunder  and 
glare, 

The  fierce  shout  of  triumph,  the  shriek  of 
despair — 

Undaunted — the  foremost  to  dare  and  to  do — 

'  The  bravest,  the  noblest  at  Tippecanoe  ! 

They  triumphed — how  nobly,  let  history  tell ; 

Be  honour  to  those  who  for  freedom  contended  ! 
Let  our  shouts  with  the  proud  name  of  Haiirison 
swell, 

Who  our  liberty  shielded — our  country  defended  ! 
The  laurel  and  song  to  the  Hero  belong, 

Who  ne’er  lost  a  battle,  and  ne’er  did  a  wrong! 
Then  conquer  for  him  who  has  conquered  for  you, 
And  huzza  for  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe  ! 


154  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

HAMPSHIRE  HURRAH. 

Tune — “  The  hurrah 

Old  Hampshire’s  sons  !  come  one  and  all. 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

Come  rich  and  poor  !  come  great  and  small, 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

To  Martin  now  we’ll  bid  farewell, 

And  notes  of  freedom  proudly  swell, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah. 

Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

Rouse,  freemen,  rouse  !  your  fetters  break. 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

The  tyrant’s  power  and  glory  shake, 

Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

“  The  fine  true-hearted  gentleman,” 

Shall  take  the  place  of  little  V an, 

And  make  us  free — and  make  us  free, 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

Now  joyful  sing  !  now  joyful  sing  ! 

The  dirge  of  little  Van — 

And  peals  on  peals  our  country  ’ll  ring, 

Ruled  by  an  honest  man. 

While  scenes  of  sorrow,  care,  and  want, 

Poor  Martin’s  day  dreams  long  will  haunt. 

He  made  us  feel — we’ll  make  him  feel — 
Away  with  little  Van  ! 

Clap,  clap  your  hands  !  swell  high  your  notes, 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

And  trip  up  Martin  with  your  votes, 

Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 

Proud  Van  shall  fall  to  rise  no  more — 

The  country  shouts  from  shore  to  shore, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
Hurrah  for  Harrison  ! 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  155 


THE  PEOPLE’S  RALLY. 

Tune — “  The  Campbells  are  coming 

Come  up  to  the  polls  !  there  is  work  to  be  done  ; 
Come  up  in  your  strength,  and  the  battle  is  won. 
With  Old  Tip  for  a  leader,  then  enter  the  fight; 
The  people  are  rising,  resistless  in  might ; 

Then  hurrah,  boys  !  hurrah,  boys !  the  truth  will 
prevail ; 

The  custom-house  slaves  are  beginning  to  quail ; 
The  elections  have  told  them  their  race  is  near  run : 
Hurrah,  boys  !  hurrah,  boys  !  the  battle  is  won  ! 

Down,  down  with  the  rulers  who’ve  ruined  the  land, 
Who  have  crushed  all  our  hopes  with  a  merciless 
hand ; 

The  men  who  would  make  our  loved  country  the 
same 

As  serf-peopled  Russia,  or  tyrannized  Spain, 

Who  would  rule  our  loved  land  with  imperial  sway, 
And  give  for  oar  labour  but  sixpence  per  day , — 
Van  Buren,  Buchanan,  and  Benton,  the  knaves — 
Such  are  but  fit  to  be  rulers  of  slaves. 

Arouse,  then,  ye  freemen,  at  Liberty’s  call ! 

Arouse,  in  your  glory,  and  out  with  them  all : 
Already  they  falter — already  they  reel ; 

The  signs  of  defeat  they’re  beginning  to  feel ; 

One  blow  from  your  hands  lays  them  low  in  the 
dust, 

Arise  in  your  ardour,  and  conquer  you  must ; 

Then  be  true  to  your  country,  to  principle  true, 
And  the  victory’s  won  with  Old  Tippecanoe  ! 


15G  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

SONS  OF  FREEDOM,  ARISE. 

Tune — “  Anacreon.” 

The  banner  of  freedom  unfurl  to  the  breeze, 

From  her  slumber  of  safety  Columbia  awaken, 

To  triumph  once  more  on  the  land  and  the  seas, 
Ne’er  by  their  sons  be  the  cause  of  our  sires  for¬ 
saken. 

Sons  of  freedom  arise  ! 

Let  your  shouts  reach  the  skies, 

And  resolve  to  maintain  the  freedom  ye  prize  ! 

Then  inscribed  on  our  flag  be  Harrison’s  name, 

While  liberty,  union,  and  law  we  proclaim. 

Our  trade,  like  a  wreck,  is  “  keel  up”  on  the  shore, 
In  the  silence  of  death  see  our  workshops  reposing, 

As  the  land  of  the  free  we  glory  no  more, 

While  the  spoilsmen  their  ruinous  frauds  are 
disclosing. 

Our  freedom  they’ve  sold, 

To  get  silver  and  gold, 

Our  children  in  bondage  and  slavery  to  hold. 

Then  inscribed  on  our  flag,  &c. 

Oh  !  say,  ye  brave  sons  of  the  far  spreading  west, 
Where  is  he  who  first  met  the  dread  Indian’s  in¬ 
vasion  1 

His  name  both  in  peace  and  in  war  will  be  blessed, 
W'hile  the  stars  still  in  friendship  unite  as  a  na¬ 
tion. 

Then  hold  it  not  shame, 

That  he  led  you  to  fame, 

When  the  lion ,  subdued,  lay  crouched  on  the 
Thames. 

Then  inscribed  on  our  flag,  &c. 

Though  content  with  his  cot  and  few  acres  of  ground, 
.And  despising  the  wealth  got  by  base  speculation, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  157 

His  heart  true  to  glory  will  ever  be  found — 

He’s  himself,  like  the  Roman, the  gem  of  the  nation. 
Give  Old  Tippecanoe 
The  just  fame  that  is  due ; 

To  honesty,  valour,  and  worth  we  are  true. 

Then  inscribed  on  our  flag,  &c. 


SONG  OF  THE  MASSILLON  BOLTERS. 
Tune — “  Bruce’s  Address.” 

Honest  men,  whom  Van  has  led! 

Men,  who  sweat  to  earn  your  bread  ! 
Men,  who’ve  either  heart  or  head  ! 

Join  us  and  be  free. 

Now’s  the  evening,  now’s  the  hour ; 

See  misrule  reign,  and  ruin  lower  ; 

See  the  gross  abuse  of  power ; 

Where’s  democracy  1 

Dwells  it  with  the  purse  and  sword? 
Goes  it  with  the  pensioned  horde, 

Whose  hands  unclean,  their  coffers  stored 
By  official  villany  1 
Will  ye  to  a  juggler  bow  1 
Can  ye  be  a  Vanite  now  ? 

Will  ye  not  record  your  vow, 

On  this  pledge  with  me  1 

Out  on  monarch  Martin's  laws, 
Sub-Treasury  and  specie  claws  ; 

For  Price’s  fob,  or  Swartwout’s  paws. 
Such  wholesome  code  may  be. 

By  the  spoilsmen’s  thirst  for  gold ; 

By  the  many  suits  untold  ; 

By  the  reckless  rule  they  hold ; 

Another  year  shall  see,  ? 


158  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

The  demagogues  and  spoilers  bow, 
The  scampering  off  of  freedom’s  foe, 

As  freemen  to  the  polls  will  go, 

To  vote  for  Harrison. 

By  the  shade  of  Jefferson! 

By  the  name  of  Washington  ! 

We’ll  cast  our  votes  for  Harrison  ! 
And  rout  Vanocracy  ! 


THE  POPULAR  AVALANCHE. 

Tune — “  Little  wat  ye  who’s  a  coining 

Little  wat  ye  wha’s  a  coming, 

.Little  wat  ye  wha’s  a  coming, 

Little  wat  ye  wha’s  a  coming, 

North,  South,  East,  and  West  are  coming 

Vermont’s  coming,  the  Bay  State’s  coming, 
Rhode  Island — yes,  and  Maine  is  coming, 
Connecticut  is  surely  coming, 

The  Empire  State  and  a’  are  coming, 

Little  wat  ye,  &c. 

The  Key  Stone  state  is  bravely  coming, 

The  Marylanders  all  are  coming, 

The  boys  of  Delaware  are  coming, 

And  never  tired  Virginia’s  coming  ! 

Little  wat  ye,  &c. 

Old  Rip’s  awake,  and  he  is  coming, 

Georgia  for  her  right  is  coming, 

The  Alabamians  fast  are  coming, 

And  Louisiana  a’  is  coming ! 

Little  wat  ye,  &c. 

Mississippi,  too,  is  coming, 

Tennessse  and  White  are  coming. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  159 

Kentucky  all  en  masse  is  coming, 

Ohio  !  every  man  is  coming. 

Little  wat  ye,  &c. 

Illinois  is  quickly  coming, 

Indiana,  too,  is  coming, 

Michigan,  redeemed,  is  coming, 

In  troth,  the  braw  lads  a’  are  coming ! 

Little  wat  ye,  &c. 


THE  TIPPECANOE  GATHERING. 

Tune — “  McGregor's  gathering 

The  land  is  awaking,  and  free  to  the  blast, 

The  standard  of  Freedom  is  fearlessly  cast, 

For  the  rights  that  we  all  from  our  forefathers  drew 
We  fight,  and  our  leader  is  Tippecanoe. 

Then  halloo  !  halloo  !  halloo !  to  the  contest ! — 
The  spirit  that  kindled  our  fathers  of  yore 
Is  throwing  its  light  o’er  the  country  once  more. 
Then  gather !  gather  !  gather !  gather  !  gather  ! 
gather ! — 

While  a  mountain  shall  stand,  or  while  sparkles  a 
river, 

The  cause  of  the  people  shall  flourish  forever. 

The  land  is  awaking,  and  vanishing  night 
Flies  away  from  the  east  at  the  dawning  of  light, 
The  beams  of  Connecticut  gladden  the  eye, 

The  star  of  Rhode  Island  is  bright  in  the  sky. 

Then  halloo  !  halloo  !  halloo !  to  the  contest ! — 
The  people  are  rising,  resistless  in  strength, 

And  the  cause  of  the  people  will  triumph  at  length. 
Then  gather !  gather !  gather !  gather  !  gather  l 
gather ! — 

While  a  mountain,  &c. 


160  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Virginia  rises  at  Liberty’s  call — 

One  blow  from  her  arm,  and  the  Despot  must  fall. 
Her  sons  are  our  leaders.  She  falters  not  now, 

And  the  chaplet  of  Victory  circles  her  brow. 

Then  halloo  !  halloo !  halloo  !  to  the  contest ! — 
From  the  shades  of  Mount  Vernon  the  people’s  loud 
voice, 

Calls  every  true  man  of  the  land  to  rejoice. 

Then  gather  !  gather  !  gather !  gather  !  gather ! 
gather ! — 

While  Virginia  has  either  mountain  or  river, 

The  cause  of  our  country  shall  flourish  forever. 

The  land  is  awaking — our  rulers  in  fear 
See  plainly  their  time  of  departure  is  near ; 

There  is  grief  in  the  White  House,  and  many  an 
eye 

Is  watching  in  tears  the  political  sky. 

Then  halloo  !  halloo  to  the  contest ! — 

And  many  a  pampered  political  beagle 
Crouches  down  at  the  sight  of  the  Harrison  eagle. 
Then  gather  !  gather  !  gather  !  gather  !  gather  ! 
gather ! — 

While  a  mountain  shall  stand,  or  while  sparkles  a 
river, 

That  eagle,  despite  them,  shall  flourish  forever. 

THE  ENGLISH  CHARIOT. 

Tune — “  Allan-a-dale .** 

Tippecanoe  has  no  chariot  to  ride  in, 

No  palace  of  marble  has  he  to  reside  in, 

No  bags  of  gold  eagles,  no  lots  of  fine  clothes— 
But  he  has  a  wealth  far  better  than  those; 

The  love  of  a  nation,  free,  happy,  and  true, 

Are  the  riches  and  portion  of  Tippecanoe. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  161 

Proud  Martin  rides  forth  in  his  splendour  and  pride, 
And  broad  are  his  lands  upon  Kinderhook  side, 

The  roof  of  a  palace  is  over  his  head, 

And  his  table  with  plate  and  with  dainties  is  spread ; 
But  a  “  log  cabin”  shelters  a  patriot  true — 

’Tis  the  home  of  our  Hero,  bold  Tippecanoe  ! 

Our  Hero  has  never  grown  rich  on  the  state ; 

No  sneaking  Sub-Treasurers  bow  at  his  gale; 

No  fat  office-holders  he  keeps  in  his  thrall  ; 

But  millions  of  freemen  will  rise  at  his  call — 
Then  shout  every  lover  of  liberty  true: 

Huzza  for  the  Hero  of  Tippecanoe  ! 


THE  GREAT  ALLEGHANY  BALL, 

Which  rolled  so  majestically  at  the  memorable  Baltimore 
National  Convention,  on  the  4th  of  May,  1840. 

Alleghany,  the  frontier  county  of  the  state,  was  nume¬ 
rously  represented  ;  her  delegation  was  attired  in  the 
hunting  dress  of  her  wild  and  extensive  range  of  unculti¬ 
vated  mountains,  and  they  were  preceded  by  a  flag  of 
great  length,  bearing  the  inscription  “  Alleghany,”  in  huge 
letters ;  then  followed  an  immense  ball  ten  or  twelve  feet 
in  diameter,  rolled  onward  by  these  hardy  sons  of  the 
mountains,  under  the  direction  of  Captain  Shriever.  The 
novelty  of  the  affair,  and  the  neat  mode  adopted  for  pro¬ 
pelling  it,  constituted  it  an  object  of  peculiar  interest  and 
attraction.  It  was  pronounced,  we  learn,  even  by  Mr. 
Clay,  to  be  the  “  Lion  of  the  Day.” 

Upon  the  ends  of  the  ball,  on  blue  ground,  were  stars 
corresponding  in  number  with  the  states  of  the  Union,  and 
throughout  its  dimensions  red  and  white  stripes  were 
thrown,  upon  which  various  inscriptions  were  made,  from 
among  which  we  took  the  following — 

OLD  ALLEGHANY. 

With  heart  and  soul 
This  ball  we  roll ; 

11 


162 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL* 

May  times  improve 
As  on  we  move. 

This  Democratic  ball, 

Set  rolling  first  by  Benton, 

Is  on  another  track 
From  that  it  first  was  sent  on. 
Farewell,  dear  Van, 

You’re  not  our  man  : 

To  guide  the  ship, 

We’ll  try  Old  Tip. 

Ye  office  holders,  fed  with  pap, 

Have  very  saucy  grown  : 

We  tell  ye,  sirs,  we  don’t  like  that. 
And  mean  to  make  it  known. 
With  promises  we’ve  long  been  fed. 
But  do  not  like  the  treat ; 

We’d  rather  have  a  little  bread, 

And  something  else  to  eat. 

Old  Alleghany  sent  us  here. 

To  bid  you  all  be  of  good  cheer. 
Tippecanoe  and  Tyler. 

As  rolls  the  ball, 

V an’s  reign  does  fall ; 

And  he  may  look 
To  Kinderhook  ; 

His  former  friends 
T o  other  ends, 

Take  care  your  toes 
Ye  Loco  Fo’s ; 

As  ye’re  in  trouble 
Ye  may  see  double : 

Having  no  bell, 

We  roll  your  knell. 

“  Stop  that  ball.” 

“The  gathering  hall  is  rolling  still, 
And  still  it  gathers  as  it  rolls.” 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  163 


They  also  bore  an  elegant  satin  banner,  inscribed 
“  Cumberland ,  Alleghany  county ,  Maryland .” — For  our 
country — 4th  March,  1841 — The  ladies,  to  the  Whig  dele¬ 
gation  of  Alleghany.  Another  with  the  motto — “Buff 
and  bine — Good  and  true — For  Tippecanoe.”  This  patrio¬ 
tic  delegation  had  another  banner,  exhibiting  a  view  of 
their  own  bold  mountains,  upon  which  was  seen  a  deer  in 
full  speed,  surmounted  by  a  well  drawn  eagle  with  a 
scroll  in  his  beak,  “Alleghany  Delegation,”  and  around  in 
festoons  was  the  motto 

“  Firm  as  Alleghany’s  hills. 

Pure  as  her  mountain  rills, 

We  come — our  motto  be, 

HARRISON  and  LIBERTY.” 


THE  EXTRA  GLOBE 

OR 

THE  GREAT  HARRISON  BALL. 

The  following  were  the  mottos  inscribed  upon  the  great 
Concord  Ball,  which  was  rolled  in  the  procession  on  the 
4th  of  July.  Some  of  them  are  admirable. 

Concord. 

At  Concord  Bridge  our  fathers  fought, 

On  that  blessed  ground  they  bled. 

Their  hardy  sons  cannot  be  bought, 

Nor  by  the  Tories  led. 

Lundy’s  Lane. 

Let  those  who  love  Sub-Treasury  charms, 

Hard  work  and  little  pay — 

Closed  working-shops  and  mortgaged  farms — 
Uphold  Van  Buren’s  sway. 


164  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 

Malden. 

Come,  Freemen,  all,  help  roll  this  ball. 

With  TIP  and  TYLER,  we’ll  burst  Van’s  biler 

This  ball  will  go,  it  cannot  halt, 

Benton  can’t  save  himself  with  salt. 

Yorktown. 

When  all  my  revolutions  end, 

And  Van  shall  quit  the  race, 

We’ll  roll  the  Hero  of  North  Bend 
Securely  in  his  place. 

Lexington. 

There’s  news  about  Tippecanoe, 

And  it  rolls  like  a  ball,  I  remember  ; 

It’s  sure  to  keep  moving,  that’s  true, 

For  it’s  destined  to  roll  till  November. 

Tippecanoe. 

Let  every  farmer  at  his  plough, 

At  once  resolve  to  send, 

To  carry  on  our  Public  Farm, 

The  Farmer  of  North  Bend, 

Bridgewater. 

Why  need  more  soldiers,  Mister  Van  ] 

You’ve  got  an  hundred  thousand  now, 

Just  whistle  to  the  office  clan, 

And  to  the  ground  the  faithful  bow. 

Maumee. 

This  ball  a  cheerful  greeting  sends 
To  all,  where’er  it  goes, 

The  stars  are  emblems  of  its  friends, 

The  stripes  are  for  its  foes. 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  165 


Thames. 

A  revolution  will  take  place, 

Whenever  rolls  this. sphere, 

The  Tories  now  must  quit  the  race, 

And  Van  shall  take  the  rear. 

Erie. 

Let  plundering  rogues  before  me  flee, 
They  can’t  resist  the  cause, 

For  Treasury  vermin  crushed  will  be, 

In  spite  of  specie-claws . 

River  Raisin. 

John  Davis  scorns  the  Locos’  plan 
To  take  the  poor  man’s  bread, 

But  we,  who  know  the  honest  man, 

Will  place  him  at  our  head. 

Bunker  Hilx. 

Should  brave  old  soldiers  be  forgot, 

Or  patriots  fail  to  twine, 

A  glorious  wreath  for  those  who  fought 
In  days  of  auld  lang  syne  1 

Fort  Meigs. 

O’er  every  ridge  we  roll  this  ball, 

From  Concord  Bridge  to  Faneuil  Hall. 

Farewell,  poor  Van,  you’re  not  our  man; 

To  guide  the  ship,  we’ll  try  Old  Tip. 

Trenton. 

Let  salt  and  bitter  tears  bedew 
Each  Locofoco  eye, 

When  autumn’s  falling  leaves  proclaim 
Van  Buren  he  must  die. 


166  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 
Chippewa. 

Benton  &  Co.,  like  quacks  with  pills, 

Are  cunning,  so  ’tis  told, 

They  issue  forth  their  paper  bills, 

But  pocket  all  the  gold. 

Bennington. 

It  would  require,  we  think, 

The  patience  of  old  Job, 

Should  Amos  Kendall  see 
This — Extra  Globe. 


THE  DEFAULTERS’  DINNER. 

We  know  that  our  readers  must  be  looking  with 
intense  anxiety  for  the  proceedings  of  the  grand 
dinner,  given  by  the  defaulters  in  honour  of  Amos 
Kendall.  We  regret  that  our  report  is  somewhat 
meager,  but  such  as  it  is  we  hasten  to  lay  it  before  the 
public.  The  preparations  were  all  made  as  has 
been  previously  announced,  and  nothing  was  want¬ 
ing  to  the  hilarity  of  the  occasion  except  the  pre¬ 
sence  of  the  distinguished  guests  who  had  been 
invited,  but  who  were  prevented  from  attending  on 
account  of  the  pressure  of  official  duties,  and  the 
critical  condition  of  the  great  “democratic  party.”!!! 

The  absence  of  Mr.  Kendall  was,  however,  in 
some  measure  compensated  for,  by  a  stuffed  effigy 
of  his  handsome  form,  which  was  placed  near  the 
centre  of  the  table.  Mr.  Kendall  was  represented 
as  nearly  as  possible  in  the  situation  in  which  he 
was  supposed  to  be  at  the  time  when  he  and  his 
children  were  put  in  mortal  fear  by  the  shouts  of  a 
“federal”  mob,  which  was  marching  upon  his  house 
with  deadly  intentions,  for  a  particular  description 
of  which  see  his  address  to  the  people  of  the  United 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  167 

States.  An  Extra  Globe  was  placed  in  the  hands 
of  the  effigv,  and  the  whole  was  pronounced  as  na¬ 
tural  as  life.  Some  even  went  so  far  as  to  say  that 
the  presence  of  the  effigy  was  much  better  than 
would  have  been  that  of  the  original. 

Immediately  after  the  cloth  was  removed,  the 
President  called  upon  the  company  to  attend  to  the 
reading  o*f  select  passages  from  Amos  Kendall’s  fare¬ 
well  address.  This  occupied  about  five  minutes, 
after  which  the  correspondence  between  Mr.  Wood¬ 
bury  and  the  defaulters  was  introduced,  and  a  few 
of  the  most  striking  specimens  read.  The  song  al¬ 
ready  published,  commencing  “Farewell,  Amos,” 
was  then  sung  by  the  whole  company  standing, 
(except  the  effigy,)  and  we  are  happy  to  say  that  in 
accordance  with  the  directions,  every  man  showed  a 
proper  degree  of  emotion  at  the  close  of  the  second 
verse. 

Thecompany,  wearehappy  to  state,  conducted  them¬ 
selves  throughout,  with  the  greatest  decorum.  One 
or  two  of  the  invited  guests  were  observed  to  pocket 
sandry  silver  forks  and  spoons,  but  the  president, 
who  saw  it,  immediately  called  the  attention  of  Mr. 
Harrington  to  the  fact ;  and  that  gentleman,  with  ad¬ 
mirable  tact  and  delicacy,  picked  their  pockets  of  the 
purloined  articles,  and  restored  them  without  making 
any  accusation,  which  would  have  doubtless  been 
resented  with  very  proper  and  natural  indignation. 

After  the  cloth  had  been  removed,  the  president 
proceeded  to  read  letters  from  several  distinguished 
gentlemen,  who  were  prevented  from  a  participation 
in  the  festivities  of  the  occasion.  We  regret  that 
our  reporter  could  not  obtain  all  of  these  interesting 
epistles.  The  following  are  amongst  them,  but  as 
the  signatures  are  torn  off,  we  cannot,  of  course,  say 
from  whom  they  proceeded : 


168  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL, 


“  White  House. 

Jubai,  Harrington,  Esq., — Dear  sir — Your 
polite  invitation  to  attend  the  defaulters’  dinner, 
was  duly  received,  and  I  regret  exceedingly  that  it 
will  be  out  of  my  power  to  attend,  owing  to  the 
pressure  of  public  business,  and  to  the  necessity  of 
keeping  a  sharp  eye  upon  the  “  old  granny”  of 
North  Bend.  For  the  same  reasons,  I  do  not  see 
how  any  of  the  Cabinet  can  leave.  Amos  I  could 
not  think  of  sparing  for  a  moment ;  Poinsett  is 
busy  in  organizing  the  plan  of  a  standing  army  of 
200,000  men — a  very  useful  thing  it  will  prove  too, 
in  the  elections.  Paulding,  I  suppose  you  would  not 
want,  and  only  invited  him  out  of  compliment; 
Forsyth  is  too  lazy  to  go  anywhere  ;  and  Woodbury, 
although  I  have  the  highest  opinion  of  his  distin¬ 
guished  abilities,  I  don’t  think  has  wit  enough  to  find 
his  way,  alone.  The  political  aspect  is  not  so  en¬ 
couraging  as  I  could  wish,  and  our  sufferings  is  very 
great,  although  they  is  not  absolutely  intolerable.  I 
beg  to  annex  the  following  toast. 

The  Sub-treasury — The  only  true  way  of  keep¬ 
ing  the  public  money,  is  to  put  it  into  the  hands  of 
men  who  can  appreciate  its  value.” 

“  Treasury  Buildings. 

I  have  received  your  very  kind  invitation,  but  as 
neither  Amos  nor  any  of  the  members  of  the  cabi¬ 
net,  parlour  or  kitchen,  is  going,  I  should  not  like  to 
venture  alone,  so  far  from  home.  I  must  therefore 
beg  you  to  make  my  excuses  to  the  distinguished 
and  patriotic  gentlemen,  from  whose  festivities  I  am 
so  unfortunately  debarred.  Allow  me,  before  closing, 
to  suggest  that  a  partial  examination  of  the  accounts 
leads  me  to  the  opinion  that  some  of  you  are  slightly 
indebted  to  the  government.  I  shall  be  happy  to 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  169 


receive  the  amount  whenever  it  can  be  paid  without 
inconvenience  to  yourselves  or  injury  to  the  party. 
In  the  present  state  of  the  Treasury,  a  remittance  of 
Texas  money  would  be  exceedingly  acceptable. 
Hoping  sincerely  that  you  will  not  be  offended  at 
the  liberty  I  have  taken,  I  beg  to  subscribe  myself 

Yours,  &c,” 

“  Extra  Globe  Office. 
Jubal  Harrington,  Esq.. 

Dear  Sir  : — Your  very  polite  letter  has  been  re¬ 
ceived,  and  it  afforded  me  the  very  highest  gratifica¬ 
tion  to  receive  such  a  testimonial  of  remembrance 
from  one  who  has  done  so  much  to  advance  the  pure 
doctrines  of  democracy,  which  is  the  same  thing  as 
morality,  and  who  has  exhibited  in  his  own  life  so 
illustrious  an  example  of  the  practical  effect  of  tho? 
principles.  But  having  entered  upon  the  duties  ot 
extra  editor  to  the  Extra  Globe,  it  is  quite  out  of  the 
question  for  me  to  leave  at  present.  My  children 
have  not  been  frightened  since  the  publication  of  my 
address,  but  I  have  been,  most  d- —  (here  the  manu¬ 
script  is  rather  blind.)  Any  subscribers  that  you 
can  procure  for  the  Extra  Globe  will  be  received 
with  much  gratitude,  but  the  money  must  come  first. 
Between  you  and  me,  Jubal,  we  Locos  know  each 
other  too  well  to  trust  one  another  with  a  dollar. 
Allow  me  to  propose  to  the  company  the  subjoined 
sentiment : 

The  connection  between  Democracy  and  Moral¬ 
ity ,  as  enforced  in  the  Extra  Globe,  and  illustrated 
by  the  government  defaulters.” 

These  letters  having  been  read,  and  the  toasts 
having  been  drunk  with  great  applause,  Mr.  Har¬ 
rington  was  called  upon  for  a  sentiment. 

That  gentleman  immediately  arose,  and  said  sub- 


170  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


stantially  as  follows :  Throughout  his  long  political 
life  he  had  always  been  obedient  to  the  call  of  the 
people,  and  as  he  had  been  called  upon  for  a  senti¬ 
ment,  although  quite  unprepared,  he  should  not  re¬ 
fuse.  As  he  intended  to  propose  the  health  of  the 
illustrious  patriot  at  the  head  of  the  Loco-foco  party, 
he  hoped  to  be  indulged  in  one  or  two  prefatory  re¬ 
marks.  His  own  position  was  one  of  peculiar  deli¬ 
cacy  ;  he  had  been  nominated  himself  by  the  de¬ 
faulters,  representing  the  Texian  branch  of  the  great 
Democratic  party,  to  the  second  office  in  the  nation; 
and  the  Baltimore  Convention  had  virtually  sanc¬ 
tioned  that  nomination,  by  not  making  any  other. 
Still  the  importance  of  the  occasion  was  such  as  to 
overcome  all  his  scruples  of  delicacy,  great  as  they 
were.  The  first  claim  of  Van  Buren  to  the  office 
to  which  he  has  been  nominated,  first  by  ourselves, 
and  second  by  the  Baltimore  Convention,  is  his  re¬ 
volutionary  services. — Yes,  Mr.  President,  in  the 
“time  that  tried  men’s  souls,”  Martin  Van  Buren 
was  found  at  the  side  of  Washington  and  Greene, 
fighting  the  battles  of  his  country  ;  not  like  Harri¬ 
son,  putting  on  a  flannel  petticoat  and  running  away 
from  the  enemy,  but  rushing  into  the  very  thickest 
of  the  fight,  taking  off  the  heads  of  the  British  as 
though  they  were  nothing  but  cabbages.  Here  Mr. 
Harrington  was  interrupted  by  some  one  who  said, 
“  you  are  mistaken,  Sir  ;  Van  Buren  was  not  in  the 
revolutionary  army.” — Who  says  that  1  exclaimed 
the  excited  orator,  in  a  tone  of  deep  indignation. 
Who  dares  to  say  that  Martin  Van  Buren  was  not 
in  the  revolutionary  army  1  What  traitor  is  here  7 
What  Whig]  What  federalist!  I  appeal  to  the 
Globe,  to  the  Extra  Globe,  to  the  Albany  Argus,  to 
the  New  Era,  to  the  Richmond  Enquirer,  if  Martin 
Van  Buren  did  not  more  towards  the  Revolution, 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  171 

than  the  whole  army  beside.  I  appeal  to  the 
chair. 

The  Chair  was  exceedingly  sorry  to  differ  from 
Mr.  Harrington,  but  as  Mr.  Van  Buren  was  not  born 
at  the  time  of  the  Revolution,  he  could  hardly  have 
taken  any  part  in  that  struggle. 

Very  true,  said  Mr.  H.,  very  true  ;  and  then,  how, 
I  ask,  could  a  man  be  expected  to  take  any  part  in 
the  Revolution  when  he  was  not  born  at  the  time  ! 
How,  I  ask,  can  a  man  fight  before  he  is  born  ]  Is 
he  to  blame  for  that  1  Had  he  been  old  enough  at 
the  time,  he  would  undoubtedly  have  been  engaged 
in  it,  on  one  side  or  the  other,  and  as  the  Whig  side 
was  decidedly  the  most  popular,  it  is  fair  to  presume 
that  he  would  have  espoused  it.  I  repeat  then,  he 
is  entitled  to  all  the  credit  of  a  revolutionary  patriot. 
And  here,  sir,  I  shall  conclude,  confident  that  I  have 
established  the  claims  of  Van  Buren,  beyond  all  con¬ 
troversy.  I  will  then  propose  for  your  bumpers, 

Martin  Van  Buiien,  as  fit  for  President  now, 
as  he  ever  was. 

This  was  received  with  loud  cheering,  and  a  song 
was  called  for,  when  the  following  was  given,  with 
great  effect,  the  whole  company  joining  in  the 
chorus. 


THE  DEFAULTERS’  GATHERING. 

Air — “  March,  march.” 

March  !  march  !  clerks  and  collectors, 

"Why  the  de’il  dinna  ye  march  forward  in  order  ! 
March  !  march  !  guagers,  inspectors, 

All  the  defaulters  are  over  the  border. 

Many  a  mother’s  son 
Like  you,  away  has  run, 

And  now  lives  in  Texas  contented  and  hearty ; 


172  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL. 


So,  mount  and  make  ready  then, 

All  ye  Sub-Treasury  men, 

Run  for  yourselves,  while  ye  fight  for  your  party. 

Come  from  the  Post-office,  come  from  the  broken 
banks, 

Come  from  the  Land-office,  come  from  the  Cus- 
torn-house, 

Bring  all  your  strength  here,  to  fill  up  our  swelling 

.  ranks, 

Come  bold  as  a  lion,  come  still  as  a  mouse. 

Take  all  the  gold  you  can, 

Every  Sub-Treasury  man, 

Pocket  the  spoils,  and  march  forward  in  order ; 
Texas  shall  many  a  day, 

Tell  of  the  mighty  fray, 

When  the  defaulters  came  over  the  border. 

The  President  was  then  called  upon  from  all  parts 
of  the  table  for  a  toast.  He  rose  and  said  he  should 
propose  the  health  of  a  gentleman  always  esteemed 
by  the  Democratic  party,  but  who  had  lately  en¬ 
deared  himself  still  more  closely,  by  uttering  one  of 
the  most  abominable  slanders  that  was  ever  perpe¬ 
trated.  He  need  not  say  that  he  alluded  to  the  dis¬ 
tinguished  Senator  from  Tennessee,  who  had  lately 
fabricated  that  very  extraordinary  and  meritorious 
falsehood  about  General  Harrison’s  not  being  al¬ 
lowed  to  take  his  own  letters  from  the  Post-office. 
He  did  not  mean  to  claim  the  mere  fact  of  lying  as 
any  peculiar  merit :  that,  he  was  aware,  was  shared 
by  most  of  the  prominent  men  of  the  party.  He 
himself  had,  he  trusted,  done  his  part ;  every  gen¬ 
tleman  present,  he  doubted  not,  had  done  his  share 
in  lying,  for  the  good  of  the  party. 

It  was  by  deception  only  that  the  party  had  been 
raised  to  its  present  flourishing  condition.  If  the 


THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MINSTREL.  173 

test  of  services  was  to  be  merely  the  number  and 
atrocity  of  falsehoods  fabricated,  his  illustrious 
friends,  the  editors  of  the  Globe  proper  and  the 
Globe  extra,  would  stand  unrivalled.  But  in  nearly 
all  these  cases  there  was  some  slight  foundation,  not 
enough,  to  be  sure,  to  support  the  mighty  fabric  of 
calumny  generally  reared  upon  it,  but  still  some¬ 
thing.  Not  so  in  the  case  of  Mr.  Grundy.  With 
an  originality  of  conception,  equalled  only  by  the 
boldness  of  its  execution,  he  stepped  at  once  out  of 
the  beaten  track,  and  with  no  guide  but  his  own 
imagination,  he  had  promulgated  one  of  the  foulest 
slanders  ever  poured  upon  a  good  man’s  head.  He 
had  invented  a  falsehood  as  groundless  as  though  he 
had  said  that  General  Harrison  was  a  negro,  or  that 
General  Harrison  was  an  Englishman,  and  had  never 
stepped  out  of  the  limits  of  London.  The  “  Demo¬ 
cratic”  press  throughout  the  union  deserves  great 
credit  for  the  avidity  with  which  they  copied  this 
calumny  and  enlarged  upon  it,  but  to  Mr.  Grundy 
alone  belongs  the  merit  of  the  invention. 

A  man  who  has  done  this  deserves  something  of 
his  party  ;  a  man  who,  for  the  good  of  his  party, 
tramples  upon  that  which  honest  men  hold  dearer 
than  life — when  he  voluntarily  holds  himself  up  to 
the  scorn  and  detestation  of  all  honourable  men — 
when  he  writes  LIAR  upon  his  forehead,  and  goes 
forth  in  the  sight  of  his  fellow-men,  conscious  that 
every  one  can  read  the  damning  character,  indelibly 
imprinted  upon  his  front — that  man  deserves  all 
that  “  the  Democratic  party”  can  give  him.  I  offer, 
gentlemen,  as  a  sentiment, 

The  Hon.  Felix  Grundy,  the  distinguished 
slanderer,  the  unrivalled  calumniator. 

The  toast  was  drunk  with  all  the  honours,  and 
another  song  being  vociferously  called  for,  the  fol- 


174  THE  HARRISON  MEDAL  MltfSTRSfL. 


lowing  was  sung  with  immense  effect,  all  joining  in 
the  chorus  as  before. 

THE  OFFICE-HOLDERS’  LAMENT. 

Air — “  The  last  link  is  broken .” 

The  last  link  is. broken 
That  bound  me  to  thee ; 

And  that  great  Whig  Convention 
Has  rendered  me  free. 

The  Globe’s  lies,  misleading, 

May  others  deceive  ; 

All  its  promise  unheeding, 

I  take  my  sad  leave. 

You  may  think  me  in  haste, 

But  I  pray  you  remember 

You’ll  all  gladly  follow 
The  last  of  November, 

I  have  not  loved  lightly, 

I’ll  vote  for  you  yet ; 

I’ll  read  the  Globe  nightly,  ... 

Till  Van’  s  sun  is  set. 

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Our  reporter  was  enabled  to  obtain  but  a  few  of 
the  toasts.  Such  as  came  to  hand,  we  subjoin. 

The  Republican  Army  of  Bloodhounds  in  Flo¬ 
rida. — To  such  allies  the  administration  looks,  with 
confidence,  for  support  in  all  its  measures. 

The  true  Principles  of  Modern  Patent  Demo¬ 
cracy. — A  penny  a  day,  and  seven  shillings  for  an 
ox  ;  but  no  diminution  of  the  salaries  of  the  office¬ 
holders. 

The  Boston  Brass  Band  Custom-house  Lec¬ 
turers. — Faithful  “  hirelings”  of  the  President. 
They  earn  their  wages  by  their  unscrupulous  devo¬ 
tion  to  their  master. 


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